WE drink the cup of life while yet A veil our eyes is keeping; And the cup's golden brim is wet With tears of our own weeping. But when the veil falls from our eyes, As Death appears before us, Then with the veil the mystery flies That held enchantment o'er us. Oh then we see the golden cup Was empty in its gleaming, That only dreaming filled it up, Nor even ours the dreaming! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARK ANTHONY IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE NATURE'S QUESTIONING by THOMAS HARDY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 1 by PHILIP SIDNEY NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 4. FOR FRANCES ANN by ALBERTA BANCROFT |