Drink deep of Life as its illusive day Dies out like footsteps down a midnight street; It fades like roses cast in dust, is fleet As light; amid a deluge of dismay Man sees his high and daring hopes decay, His orient and glowing visions greet His gaze with senile leer of deep deceit And soon in utter darkness die away. Drink deep of Life to pack each priceless hour With royal deeds that check the cruel whips Of fate and ease the grave's excessive sleep; The wine of Life is Wisdom's psychic power When Death will dash the glass from thirsty lips O may we still like Gods be drinking deep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER LETTER by FRANCIS BRET HARTE CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BEGGAR MAID [AND KING COPHETUA] by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE WINDS; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES THE SUNKEN LANE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE COUNTRY LIFE; BALLAD TO A FRENCH TUNE by PATRICK CAREY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. A SCENE IN LONDON by EDWARD CARPENTER LINES WRITTEN AT THE KING'S ARMS, FORMERLY THE HOUSE OF 'MAN OF ROSS' by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |