Classic Poem

Drink deep, drink deep, for Love has filled the bowl,
Drink deep, drink deep, for Love has poured the wine,
And fill thy heart with ecstasy divine,
With strength of fiery passion fill thy soul,
Till round thy head obedient thunders roll,
And lightnings gird that feeble hand of thine;
The hand of Love it is that pours the wine,
The hand of Love it is that fills the bowl.

Drink deep, nor ask what follows. Yes, he comes
The grim Destroyer, he who bides his day,
And breaks the bowl, and spills the wine, and numbs
The feet that once the clouds of heaven have trod;
But thou shalt look him in the face and say,
" Do what thou wilt, for once was I a god."