Day and night my thoughts incline <br />To the blandishments of wine: <br />Jars were made to drain, I think, <br />Wine, I know, was made to drink. <br /> <br />When I die (the day be far!), <br />Should the potters make a jar <br />Out of this poor clay of mine, <br />Let the jar be filled with wine!<br /><br />Richard Henry Stoddard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-and-night-my-thoughts-incline/
