Yes, death is at the bottom of the cup, <br />And every one that lives must drink it up; <br />And yet between the sparkle at the top <br />And the black lees where lurks the bitter drop, <br />There swims enough good liquor, Heaven knows, <br />To ease our hearts of all their other woes. <br /> <br />The bubbles rise in sunshine at the brim; <br />That drop below is very far and dim; <br />The quick fumes spread, and shape us such bright dreams <br />That in the glad delirium it seems <br />As though by some deft sleight, if so we willed, <br />That drop untasted might be somehow spilled.<br /><br />William Dean Howells<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-210/
