Let us be drunk, and for a while forget, <br />Forget, and, ceasing even from regret, <br />Live without reason and despite of rhyme, <br />As in a dream preposterous and sublime, <br />Where place and hour and means for once are met. <br /> <br />Where is the use of effort? Love and debt <br />And disappointment have us in a net. <br />Let us break out, and taste the morning prime . . . <br />Let us be drunk. <br /> <br />In vain our little hour we strut and fret, <br />And mouth our wretched parts as for a bet: <br />We cannot please the tragicaster Time. <br />To gain the crystal sphere, the silver dime, <br />Where Sympathy sits dimpling on us yet, <br />Let us be drunk!<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-us-be-drunk/
