Kiss the maid and pass her round, <br />Lips like hers were made for many. <br />Our loves are far from us to-night, <br />But these red lips are sweet as any. <br /> <br />Let no empty glass be seen <br />Aloof from our good table's sparkle, <br />At the acme of our cheer <br />Here are francs to keep the circle. <br /> <br />They are far who miss us most- <br />Sip and kiss -how well we love them, <br />Battling through the world to keep <br />Their hearts at peace, their God above them.<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-cafe/
