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Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; / And though my eyes with tears are dim, / I see its sparkling bubbles swim, / And chant a melancholy hymn / With solemn voice and slow.
No purple flowers, -- no garlands green, / Conceal the goblet's shade or sheen, / Nor maddening draughts of Hippocrene, / Like gleams of sunshine, flash between / Thick leaves of mistletoe.