@3Chuir Muiril mirr ann, Chuir Uiril mil ann, Chuir Muirinn fion ann, 'S chuir Michal ann buadh. "Muriel placed myrrh in it: Uriel placed honey in it: Murien placed wine in it: And Michael strength."@1 The Cup of bitter-sweet I know That with old wine of love doth glow: The dew of tears to it doth go, And wisdom is its hidden woe. Were I but young again to throw This cup where the wild thistles grow, Or where, oblivious, ceaseless, slow, The grey tumultuous waters flow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CEMETERY BY THE SEA by PAUL VALERY ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGINE by MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE PREFATORY POEM TO MY BROTHER'S SONNETS by ALFRED TENNYSON WHEN I WAS YOUNG by IRMA TIBBETTS ANDREWS |