When the wine-cup at the lip Slants its sparkling fire, O'er its level, while you sip, Have you marked the finger-tip Of the god Desire slip, Of the god Desire? Saying—Lo, the hours run! Live your day before 't is done! When the empty goblet lies At the ended revel, In the glass, the wine-stain dyes, Have you marked the hollow eyes Of a mocking Devil rise, Of a mocking Devil? Saying—Lo, the day is through! Look on joy it gave to you! |