“A poem by a Pre-Raphaelite poet named Ernest Dowson about a man obsessed with his dead lover. He parties hard, trying to forget her, dances and drinks and flings roses with abandon. But when the partying is over and he’s alone in the dead of night, he realizes that in his soul he still belongs only to his dead and gone love, Cynara. I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.”
