RING from the rim of the glass, boys, Ripples of tinkling tones; Drink to the heyday of youth, boys, Mindless of after-moans. Over the rim of the glass, boys, Gaze into eyes that are bright. Drink with each sip of the wine, boys, Passionate gleams of delight. Sing to the rim of the glass, boys, Chorus wherever we roam. Drink in its sparkling-eyed depths, boys, A love as light as its foam. Kiss the rim of the glass, boys, Blind to its siren-gleam. Drink in its shading depths, boys, The wav'ring forms of a dream. Then ring from the rim of the glass, boys, Ripples of tinkling tones. Drink to the heyday of youth, boys, Mindless of after-moans. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON TO HIS WIFE WITH A KNIFE ON THE 14TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY by SAMUEL BISHOP |