The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever

Drink! For You Know Not Whence You Came Nor Why.

The Stars Are Setting And The Caravan Starts For The Dawn Of Nothing-oh, Make Haste!

To-day Is Thine To Spend, But Not To-morrow; Counting On Morrows Breedeth Bankrupt Sorrow: O Squander Not This Breath That Heaven Hath Lent Thee; Make Not Too Sure Another Breath To Borrow.

Oh! My Beloved! Fill The Cup, That Clears To-day Of Past Regrets And Future Fears.

You Know, My Friends, With What A Brave Carouse I Made A Second Marriage In My House; Favored Old Barren Reason From My Bed, And Took The Daughter Of The Vine To Spouse.