Bring me the flowing cup, dear boy !
And bring it full; for I
Must taste the grateful liquid joy,
And bid dull sorrow fly:
Bring, bring the sparkling cup divine,
And let its bev’rage sweet be mine.
Not with the purple luscious stream
Its chrystal sides must glow;
Not with the fev’rish restless dream
Will with’ring anguish go !—-
Bring me the cup of bev’rage pure,
Which shall the wounds of MEMORY cure.
Give to the BACCHANALIAN throng
Phoenicia’s perfum’d glass;
While tipsy, revelry and song,
Greet TIME , and bid him pass:–
I ask the goblet,–not of wine;
I ask the limpid draught, DIVINE .
Let the hot sun-beam give the fruit
A bloom of purple hue;
Let the pale MOON , in sil’vry suit,
Scatter nocturnal dew;—-
I to the fountain clear will haste,
A healthful chrystal cup to taste.
And now, my fev’rish senses find
A calm and soothing rest;
Sweet are the visions of my mind.
And tranquil is my breast:–
For, ’tis from LETHE ‘S sacred stream
I drink farewell to PASSION’S DREAM .
(Mary Elizabeth Robinson)
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