Welcome, Within My Shining Portals (Circe’s Song)
by Nelle Richmond Eberhart

Thus spake Circe of the amber tresses;
Wingéd words she spake,
she of the sea-deep eyes:

“Welcome, welcome within my shining portals,
To my cool halls and to my flowing wine;
Soft lyre-swept airs, the odes of the immortals,
Nectar, ambrosia, and love shall all be thine!

“Thou shalt forget thy wanderings, thy sorrows;
Thou shalt forget thine agonies, thy fears;
All yesterdays shall die and all tomorrows
Grant thy desires and dry thy bitter tears.

“Welcome, welcome within my shining portals;
Rest thee and quaff the golden chaliced wine!”