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English
1708
your Reward is neither Here nor There." YOUR REWARD IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE
tful Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean-- Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen! XX. Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears- To-morrow?--Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years. XXI. Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and the best That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to Rest. XXII. And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom? XXIII. Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust Descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and--sans End! XXIV. Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare, And those that after a TO-MORROW stare, A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries "Fools! N WEARS DROPT IN ITS LAP FROM SOME ONCE LOVELY HEAD AND THIS DELIGHTFUL HERB WHOSE TENDER GREEN FLEDGES THE RIVER'S LIP ON WHICH WE LEAN AH LEAN UPON IT LIGHTLY FOR WHO KNOWS FROM WHAT ONCE LOVELY LIP IT SPRINGS UNSEEN AH MY BELOVED FILL THE CUP THAT CLEARS TO DAY OF PAST REGRET AND FUTURE FEARS TO MORROW WHY TO MORROW I MAY BE MYSELF WITH YESTERDAY'S SEVEN THOUSAND YEARS LO SOME WE LOVED THE LOVELIEST AND THE BEST THAT TIME AND FATE OF ALL THEIR VINTAGE PREST HAVE DRUNK THEIR CUP A ROUND OR TWO BEFORE AND ONE BY ONE CREPT SILENTLY TO REST AND WE THAT NOW MAKE MERRY IN THE ROOM THEY LEFT AND SUMMER DRESSES IN NEW BLOOM OURSELVES MUST WE BENEATH THE COUCH OF EARTH DESCEND OURSELVES TO MAKE A COUCH FOR WHOM AH MAKE THE MOST OF WHAT WE YET MAY SPEND BEFORE WE TOO INTO THE DUST DESCEND DUST INTO DUST AND UNDER DUST TO LIE SANS WINE SANS SONG SANS SINGER AND SANS END ALIKE FOR THOSE WHO FOR TO DAY PREPARE AND THOSE THAT AFTER A TO MORROW STARE A MOISON FROM THE TOWER OF DARKNESS CRIES FOOLS
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