Wake! For the Sun, Who Scattered Into Flight
Now the New Year Reviving Old Desires
Each Morn a Thousand Roses Brings, You Say
Some for the Glories of This World
I Sometimes Think That Never Blows so Red
Alike for Those Who for To-day Prepare
Then of the Thee in Me Who Works Behind
As Then the Tulip for Her Morning Sup
Would You That Spangle of Existence Spend
You Know, My Friends, with What a Brave Carouse
Why, Be This Juice the Growth of God, Who Dare
I Sent My Soul Through the Invisible
The Moving Finger Writes
What! Out of Senseless Nothing to Provoke
As Under Cover of Departing Day
Ah, with the Grape My Fading Life Provide
Yet Ah, That Spring Should Vanish with the Rose!
Yon Rising Moon That Looks for Us Again