YES, death is at the bottom of the cup, And every one that lives must drink it up; And yet between the sparkle at the top And the black less where lurks that bitter drop, There swims enough good liquor, Heaven knows, To ease our hearts of all their other woes. The bubbles rise in sunshine at the brim; That drop below is very far and dim; The quick fumes spread, and shape us such bright dreams That in the glad delirium it seems As though by some deft sleight, if so we willed, That drop untasted might be somehow spilled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER [SEPTEMBER 1, 1862] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER JACOBITE'S TOAST (TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY) by JOHN BYROM IN HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE by JOHN MILTON |