Classic Poem

A loving cup! Ah, could I fill
The slender measure of my line
With that delicious, witching wine
Your autumn-tinted eyes distil,
Then while my muse should gayly trip,
My door I'd dup
To radiant memories, and sip
A loving cup!

Go, take your glass, and looking there,
Confess your face is wondrous fair!
Then wonder when I tell you true
'Tis fairer far to me than you.
For now it fills my heart with joy,
Now drinks it up!
Why should you treat it like a toy —
A loving cup?