FILL the cup for me Fill the cup of pleasure; Wake the fairy lyre To its wildest measure. Melancholy's gloom Now is stealing on me. But the cup and lyre Can chase the demon from me. Fill the cup for me, Fill the cup of pleasure; Wake the fairy lyre To its wildest measure. In the shades of night, When every eye is closing, On the moonlight bank All in peace reposing, There is nought so sweet, As the cup of pleasure, And the lyre that breathes In its wildest measure. Fill the cup, &c. This the smiling star, That guides me o'er life's ocean, This the heavenly light, That wakes my heart's devotion: 'T is when Beauty's smile Gives the cup of pleasure, And awakes the lyre To its wildest measure. Fill the cup, &c. If the fiend of sorrow With his gloom affright thee, There may come to-morrow One who will delight thee: 'T is the fair, whose smile Beams with sweetest pleasure, And whose hand awakes The lyre's delightful measure. Fill the cup, &c. Form of Beauty! bind Pleasure's wreath of roses Round this brow of mine, Where every joy reposes: Yes -- my heart can bound To mirth's enlivening measure, When the lyre is tuned, And smiles the cup of Pleasure. Fill the cup, &c. Drive dull Care away -- Why should gloom depress thee? Life may frown to-day, But Joy will soon caress thee. While there's time, my friend, Drink the cup of Pleasure, And awake the lyre To its wildest measure. Fill the cup for me, Fill the cup of Pleasure, Wake the fairy lyre To its wildest measure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE by JOHN DONNE FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE GREEN LINNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO ONE WHO ASKS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE VOICE OF THE SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DEATH OF HUSS by ALFRED AUSTIN |