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XIX.

And this delightful Herb whose tender Green

Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean—
⁠Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

XX.

Ah! my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears

To-day of past Regrets and future Fears—
⁠To-morrow?—Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.¹²

XXI.

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and the best

That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
⁠Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.

XXII.

And we, that now make merry in the Room

They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
⁠Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend, ourselves to make a Couch—for whom?

XXIII.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the Dust Descend;
⁠Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and—sans End!