This mad carnival of loving, <br />This wild orgy of the flesh, <br />Ends at last and we two, sobered, <br />Look at one another, yawning. <br /> <br />Emptied the inflaming cup <br />That was filled with sensuous potions, <br />Foaming, almost running over-- <br />Emptied is the flaming cup. <br /> <br />All the violins are silent <br />That impelled our feet to dancing, <br />To the giddy dance of passion-- <br />Silent are the violins. <br /> <br />All the lanterns now are darkened <br />That once poured their streaming brilliance <br />On the masquerades and murmurs-- <br />Darkened now are all the lanterns.<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-mad-carnival-of-loving/
