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!
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!
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!