"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 shrivell❜d lips, "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? "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? "Thou shalt not be saved by works: "Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. "We are men of ruin'd blood; Therefore comes it we are wise. Fish are we that love the mud, "Name and fame! to fly sublime Thro' the courts, the camps, the schools, Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied by the hands of fools. 'Friendship! - to be two in one Let the canting liar pack! Well I know, when I am gone, How she mouths behind my back. "Virtue! I to be good and just Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell. "O! we two as well can look "Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. "Drink, and let the parties rave: They are fill'd with idle spleen; Rising, falling, like a wave, For they know not what they mean. "He that roars for liberty Faster binds a tyrant's power; And the tyrant's cruel glee Forces on the freer hour. "Fill the can, and fill the cup: "Greet her with applausive breath, Freedom, gayly doth she tread; In her right a civic wreath, In her left a human head. "No, I love not what is new; She is of an ancient house: And I think we know the hue Of that cap upon her brows. "Let her go! her thirst she slakes "Chant me now some wicked stave, Till thy drooping courage rise, And the glow-worm of the grave Glimmer in thy rheumy eyes. "Fear not thou to loose thy tongue; "Change, reverting to the years, When thy nerves could understand What there is in loving tears, And the warmth of hand in hand. "Tell me tales of thy first love "Fill the can, and fill the cup: "Trooping from their mouldy dens The chap-fallen circle spreads: Welcome, fellow-citizens, Hollow hearts and empty heads! "You are bones, and what of that? "Death is king, and Vivat Rex! "No, I cannot praise the fire All the more do I admire Joints of cunning workmanship. "Lo! God's likeness the ground-plan- “Drink to Fortune, drink to Chance, Hob-and-nob with brother Death! "Thou art mazed, the night is long, "Youthful hopes, by scores, to all, When the locks are crisp and curl'd; Unto me my maudlin gall And my mockeries of the world. "Fill the cup, and fill the can! Mingle madness, mingle scorn! Dregs of life, and lees of man: Yet we will not die forlorn." The voice grew faint: there came a further change: To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand; COME not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: THE EAGLE. FRAGMENT. HE clasps the crag with hooked hands; The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave From fringes of the faded eve, |