TAKE hence the bowl; -tho' beaming Brightly as bowl e'er shone , Oh, it but sets me dreaming Of happy days now gone. There, in its clear reflection, As in a wizard's glass, Lost hopes and dead affection, Like shades, before me pass. Each cup I drain brings hither Some scene of bliss gone by; Bright lips too bright to wither, Warm hearts too warm to die. Till, as the dream comes o'er me Of those long vanished years, Alas, the wine before me Seems turning all to tears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE FALLEN (SEPTEMBER 1914) by LAURENCE BINYON ELEGY: 16. ON HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DONNE BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING CAPTAIN CARPENTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (2) by ANYTE |