Poems (Hooper)/Revelry
REVELRY.
Fill the cup till o'er the brim
Flows the bright champagne.
Here's forgetfulness of grief,
Balm for every pain.
Drink! we watch the dying hours
Of the dying year.
She I loved is dead and gone.
Dead—and I am here!
Flows the bright champagne.
Here's forgetfulness of grief,
Balm for every pain.
Drink! we watch the dying hours
Of the dying year.
She I loved is dead and gone.
Dead—and I am here!
Change the flask, and fill the glass
With the red Lafitte.
If there's Lethe upon earth,
This—O this is it!
Drink! till o'er the purple skies
Morning flushes clear.
You are dead, O love of mine!
Dead—and I am here!
With the red Lafitte.
If there's Lethe upon earth,
This—O this is it!
Drink! till o'er the purple skies
Morning flushes clear.
You are dead, O love of mine!
Dead—and I am here!
Pass the dusky Cognac here,
Fill a stronger draught,
Richer with the vine's hot life
Than the last we quaffed.
Drink! till Mem'ry's phantoms pale
Fade and disappear.
Drink till I forget she's dead!
Dead—and I am here!
Fill a stronger draught,
Richer with the vine's hot life
Than the last we quaffed.
Drink! till Mem'ry's phantoms pale
Fade and disappear.
Drink till I forget she's dead!
Dead—and I am here!