Classic Poem

Take a sip of April,
Quaff the fiery Spring,
Till you thrill with joyous envy
Many a buried king.
Death's a giddy precipice;
Dance upon its brink —
Here is Life, a brimming goblet;
Drink!

Toss off winds and laughter,
Music and delight,
While the moon's a great pearl melting
In the cup of night.
Pour the wild libation
Gaily ere you sink;
Here's the world's immortal madness —