Farewell to the cup, we have tarried too long, <br />Where the juice of the grape adds its witch'ry to song. <br />And the thoughts that flow'd freely are sombre and dull, <br />Our brains become heavy, farewell to the bowl, <br />Farewell, farewell, farewell, farewell to the bowl. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh, tarry no longer where joy flies away, <br />The heart and the soul lose their richest array, <br />Where eye mocketh eye, as unmeaning they roll, <br />The tongue whispers folly-farewell to the bowl. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh, think, if the maiden, who smiles in thine eyes, <br />Once saw thy proud mind in this shameful disguise; <br />Her heart would reject thee, how sadly her soul <br />Would pity and leave thee-oh, flee from the bowl. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh think, e'er the moment of thinking is past, <br />And chains of the mighty upon thee are cast! <br />Return-ere the iron shall enter thy soul, <br />And the dregs of thy life-a curse on the bowl.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-the-bowl/
