The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, |
And drinks and gapes for drink again ; |
The plants suck in the earth, and are |
With constant drinking fresh and fair ; |
The sea itself (which one would think |
Should have but little need of drink) |
Drinks ten thousand rivers up, |
So filled that they o’erflow the cup. |
The busy Sun (and one would guess |
By’s drunken fiery face no less) |
Drinks up the sea, and when he’s done, |
The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun : |
They drink and dance by their own
light, |
They drink and revel all the night : |
Nothing in Nature’s sober found, |
But an eternal health goes round. |
Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high, |
Fill all the glasses there—for why |
Should every creature drink but I ? |
Why, man of morals, tell me why ?
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Abraham Cowley |
Classic Poems |
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