The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever

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

Indeed The Idols I Have Loved So Long, Have Done My Credit In This World Much Wrong; Have Drowned My Glory In A Shallow Cup, And Sold My Reputation For A Song.

Oh! My Beloved! Fill The Cup, That Clears To-day Of Past Regrets And Future Fears.

You Know How Little While We Have To Stay, And, Once Departed, May Return No More.

Dead Yesterdays And Unborn Tomorrows, Why Fret About It, If Today Be Sweet.