As kings of old in royal feasts, Among the piled up roses and the wine,
Wild music and soft-footed dancing girls,
The pearls and gold and barbarous luxury,
Used to show also a white skeleton,—
To make life in the sight of death,
To make joy sweeter by the thought thereof,—
So our new kings in their high banqueting,
With the electric unforeseen,
And unimagin............