I CANNOT seem To get enough of Life— With its red wine I am intoxicate! And I would drink And deeper drink again— Life, lift the cup, I am insatiate! Oh, Death, hold off— I am not ready yet! Dash not away from my warm lips the cup! Fate, stay your hand, For I am yet athirst— Still to my lips, Life, hold the chalice up! Ah, yes, my eager spirit Asks so much— There are so many things I long to do; There are so many heights That I would reach— So many ways to go—I know so few! Ah, no, I have not Had enough of Life! The world is wide—is wonderful, and sweet; But I have only trod The narrow ways; The far, strange places have not known my feet! There is so much of Beauty I would see, That I may miss ... I beg this boon, O Fate And Death—hold off! Give me a longer time! Life, lift the cup, I am insatiate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE; A LEGEND OF GOTHAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER PSALM 58 (VERSION 2) by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 39 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AVELINGLAS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER by ROBERT BURNS THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN - PROLOGUE FOR MISS FONTENELLE by ROBERT BURNS |