Oh! My Beloved! Fill The Cup, That

Oh, The Brave Music Of A Distant Drum!

Drink! For You Know Not When You Came, Nor Why; Drink! For You Know Not Why You Go, Nor Where.

The Revelations Of Devout And Learn'd Who Rose Before Us, And As Prophets Burn'd, Are All But Stories, Which, Awoke From Sleep They Told Their Comrades, And To Sleep Return'd.

A Moment's Halt-a Momentary Taste Of Being From The Well Amid The Waste- And, Lo! The Phantom Caravan Has Reach'd The Nothing It Set Out From. Oh, Make Haste!

Don't Cry Upon You Losses Don't Mesure Today With Tommorows Don't Trust To Passed And Coming Day Believe In Now - And Be Happy Today.