THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, <br />And drinks and gapes for drink again; <br />The plants suck in the earth, and are <br />With constant drinking fresh and fair; <br />The sea itself (which one would think <br />Should have but little need of drink) <br />Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up, <br />So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup. <br />The busy Sun (and one would guess <br />By 's drunken fiery face no less) <br />Drinks up the sea, and when he 's done, <br />The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun: <br />They drink and dance by their own light, <br />They drink and revel all the night: <br />Nothing in Nature 's sober found, <br />But an eternal health goes round. <br />Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high, <br />Fill all the glasses there--for why <br />Should every creature drink but I? <br />Why, man of morals, tell me why?<br /><br />Abraham Cowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anacreontics-drinking/
