Toast
(Saint-Charlemagne, at the Collège Rollin, February 2^nd, 1895)

Like one besought from out his province

Reader but dull drinking pal

You liked that I return would thence

Most dear Sir the Principal

To share the joyousness enlarged

Even to in their rank me swearing

Of those belaureling an orgy

With naught of bean nor any herring

Also I hold out

with jibes

Froth upon this wine well-up

That nothing ever circumscribes

‘Twixt the reedpipes and the lip

To You of whom a look will cut

The praise

lifted high our Cup

Stéphane Mallarmé