| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Siro Delmonico | | By Samuel Ward |
| | | HE lieth low whose constant art | |
| For years the daily feasts purveyed | |
| Of wayfarers from every mart, | |
| The Paladins of every trade. | |
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| And yet to-night gay music stirs | 5 |
| The halls he strolled through yestere’en, | |
| And mantles high the wine that spurs | |
| The revellers by him unseen. | |
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| Le Roi est mort! Vive le Roi! | |
| One leader drops, another comes; | 10 |
| On flows the dance,—a stream of joy | |
| Staccatoed by the muffled drums | |
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| That soon for us shall mark the tread | |
| Of mourning friends and chanting priests. | |
| Ah! there are other banquets spread | 15 |
| Than Siro’s memorable feasts. | | | | |
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