Kiss the maid and pass her round, Lips like hers were made for many. Our loves are far from us tonight, But these red lips are sweet as any. Let no empty glass be seen Aloof from our good table's sparkle, At the acme of our cheer Here are francs to keep the circle. They are far who miss us must -- Sip and kiss -- how well we love them, Battling through the world to keep Their hearts at peace, their God above them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE PARTING LOVERS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS |