"Lo! God's likeness-the ground-plan Neither modell'd, glazed, or framed : Buss me, thou rough sketch of man, Far too naked to be shamed! "Drink to Fortune, drink to Chance, While we keep a little breath! Drink to heavy Ignorance! Hob-and-nob with brother Death! "Thou art mazed, the night is long, And the longer night is near : What! I am not all as wrong As a bitter jest is dear. 66 Youthful hopes, by scores, to all, When the locks are crisp and curl'd; Unto me my maudlin gall And my mockeries of the world. 66 Fill the cup, and fill the can! Mingle madness, mingle scorn! Dregs of life, and lees of man : Yet we will not die forlorn." The voice grew faint: there came a further change; By shards and scurf of salt, and scum of dross, The crime of malice, and is equal blame." power; Cry to the summit, "Is there any hope? To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand; THE SKIPPING-ROPE. SURE never yet was Antelope Stand off, or else my skipping-rope Will hit in the eye. you How lightly whirls the skipping-rope! How fairy-like you fly ! Go, get you gone, you muse and mope I hate that silly sigh. Nay, dearest, teach me how to hope, Or tell me how to die. There, take it, take my skipping-rope, And hang yourself thereby. MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow: From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, eastward go; Till over thy dark shoulder glow To glass herself in dewy eyes Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. |