SPARKLING and bright in liquid light, Does the wine our goblets gleam in, With hue as red as the rosy bed Which a bee would choose to dream in. Then fill to-night, with hearts as light To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting Oh! if Mirth might arrest the flight Of Time through Life's dominions, We here a while would now beguile The graybeard of his pinions, To drink to-night, with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the breaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting. But since Delight can't tempt the wight, Nor fond Regret delay him, Nor Love himself can hold the elf, Nor sober Friendship stay him, We'll drink to-night, with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING by ROBERT HERRICK SUMMER. THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS by ALEXANDER POPE WHEN THE SULTAN GOES TO ISPAHAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON MICHAEL ANGELO by WASHINGTON ALLSTON CHRISTMAS HYMN by HARRIET AUBER |