"WHO gave this cup?" The secret thou wouldst steal Its brimming flood forbids it to reveal: No mortal's eye shall read it till he first Cool the red throat of thirst. If on the golden floor one draught remain, Trust me, thy careful search will be in vain; Not till the bowl is emptied shalt thou know The names enrolled below. Deeper than Truth lies buried in her well Those modest names the graven letters spell Hide from the sight; but wait, and thou shalt see Who the good angels be Whose bounty glistens in the beauteous gift That friendly hands to loving lips shall lift: Turn the fair goblet when its floor is dry, -- Their names shall meet thine eye. Count thou their number on the beads of Heaven: Alas! the clustered Pleiads are but seven; Nay, the nine sister Muses are too few, -- The Graces must add two. "For whom this gift?" For one who all too long Clings to his bough among the groves of song; Autumn's last leaf, that spreads its faded wing To greet a second spring. Dear friends, kind friends, whate'er the cup may hold, Bathing its burnished depths, will change to gold: Its last bright drop let thirsty Maenads drain, Its fragrance will remain. Better love's perfume in the empty bowl Then wine's nepenthe for the aching soul; Sweeter than song that ever poet sung, It makes an old heart young! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT OF AROMAITERAI by AROMAITERAI A WOMAN'S APOLOGY by ALFRED AUSTIN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 28 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A DEAD MOTHER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE BLACK FOX OF SALMON RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD TO THE MOON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD HASTINGS' SONNETS: 1 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 4. AUSTIN DOBSON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |