The Flower That Once Has Blown Forever

There Was A Door To Which I Found No Key: There Was The Veil Through Which I Might Not See.

This Clay, So Strong Of Heart, Of Sense So Fine,surely Such Clay Is More Than Half Divine--'tis Only Fools Speak Evil Of The Clay,the Very Stars Are Made Of Clay Like Mine.

Drink Wine. This Is Life Eternal. This Is All That Youth Will Give You. It Is The Season For Wine, Roses And Drunken Friends. Be Happy For This Moment. This Moment Is Your Life.

I Can’t Reveal The Mystery To Either Saint Or Sinner; I Can’t State At Length What I’ve Said Curtly; I Achieve An Altered State That I Can’t Explain; I Have A Secret That I Cannot Share.

So When That Angel Of The Darker Drink, At Last Shall Find You By The River-brink, And, Offering His Cup, Invite Your Soul Forth To Your Lips To Quaff-you Shall Not Shrink.