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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A TOAST, by S. M. HARRINGTON
First Line: Come, fill your cups but once again!
Last Line: We meet no more till who knows when?
Subject(s): Toasts; Yale University
First Line: Come, fill your cups but once again!
Last Line: We meet no more till who knows when?
Subject(s): Toasts; Yale University
COME, fill your cups but once again!
Toast the lasses
Ere time passes:
Lift them high and clink your glasses!
We meet no more till who knows when?
While these friendship days ye boast,
Days of singing,
Voices ringing,
Fleeting days all gladness bringing,
Ere they're gone, come, drink this toast!
To a little laughing maid,
Drooping lashes,
Brown-eyed flashes,
hearts a-tied with her own sashes,
Maiden daring, half afraid!
Come, fill your cups but once again!
Toast the lasses
Ere time passes:
Lift them high and clink your glasses!
We meet no more till who knows when?
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