XXXIV.Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?" And -- "A blind Understanding!" Heav'n replied. XXXV.Then to the Lip of this poor earthen UrnI lean'd, the secret Well of Life to learn: And Lip to Lip it murmur'd -- "While you live, Drink! -- for, once dead, you never shall return." XXXVI.I think the Vessel, that with fugitiveArticulation answer'd, once did live, And merry-make, and the cold Lip I kiss'd, How many Kisses might it take -- and give! |
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