The nerve-dissolving melody Fluttered headlong from the sky. And then I looked up toward a mountain-tract, God made himself an awful rose of dawn, Unheeded and detaching, fold by fold, : From those still heights, and, slowly drawing near, Came floating on for many a month and year, "Wrinkled ostler, grim and thin! Here is custom come your way; 50 55 60 こう "Bitter barmaid, waning fast! "Slip-shod waiter, lank and sour, At The Dragon on the heath! Let us have a quiet hour, Let us hob-and-nob with Death. 70 "I am old, but let me drink; Bring me spices, bring me wine; I remember, when I think, That my youth was half divine. "Wine is good for shrivelled lips, When a blanket wraps the day, When the rotten woodland drips, 25 80 And the leaf is stamped in clay. "Sit thee down, and have no shame, Cheek by jowl, and knee by knee: What care I for any name? What for order or degree? 85 "Let me screw thee up a peg: Let me loose thy tongue with wine. Callest thou that thing a leg? Which is thinnest ? thine or mine? "Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools, Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools. "Virtue! - to be good and just Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mixed with cunning sparks of hell. 110 "O! we two as well can look Whited thought and cleanly life As the priest, above his book Leering at his neighbor's wife. 115 "Fill the cup, and fill the can : Have a rouse before the morn: 120 Every minute dies a man, Every minute one is born "Drink, and let the parties rave: They are filled with idle spleen, Rising, falling, like a wave, For they know not what they mean. 125 |