“When The Wine-Cup At The Lip”

When the wine-cup at the lip Slants its ruby fire, O’er its level, while you sip, Have you marked the finger-tip Of the god Desire slip, Of the god Desire? Saying--“Lo, the hours run! Live your day before ’tis done!”

When the empty goblet lies At the ended revel, In the glass, the wine-stain dyes, Have you marked the hollow eyes Of a mocking Devil rise, Of a mocking Devil? Saying--“Lo, the pleasure’s done! Look on me whose hour’s begun!”