The Absinthe Drinker
by Arthur Symons

Gently I wave the visible world away.
Far off, I hear a roar, afar yet near.
Far off and strange, a voice is in my ear,
And is the voice my own? The words I say
Fall strangely, like a dream, across the day:
And the dim sunshine is a dream. How clear,
New as the world to lover's eyes, appear
The men and women passing on their way!
The world is very fair. The hours are all
Linked in a dance of mere forgetfulness.
I am at peace with God and man. O glide,
Sands of the hour-glass that I count not, fall
Serenely: scarce I feel your soft caress,
Rocked on this dreamy and indifferent tide.

Absinthe has a wonderful colour, green. A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world. What difference is there bewteen a glass of absinthe and a sunset? - Oscar Wilde