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...LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE ANVIL OF SOULS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET STRANGER by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL |