When the Wine-Cup at the Lip.

When the wine-cup at the lip

Slants its sparkling fire,

O'er its level, while you sip,

Have you marked the finger-tip

Of the god DESIRE slip,

Of the god DESIRE?

Saying — Lo, the hours run!

Live your day before‘ t is done!

When the empty goblet lies

At the ended revel,

In the glass, the wine-stain dyes,

Have you marked the hollow eyes

Of a mocking Devil rise,

Of a mocking Devil?

Saying — Lo, the day is through!

Look on joy it gave to you!