Poems of Madison Cawein Vol. 4 — Dum Vivimus

I

Now with the marriage of the lip and beaker Let Joy be born!

and in the rosy shine, The slanting starlight of the lifted liquor, Let Care, the hag, go drown!

No more repine At all life's ills!

Come, bury them in wine!

Room for great guests!

Yea, let us usher in Philosophies of old Anacreon And Omar, that, from dawn to glorious dawn, Shall lesson us in love and song and sin.

II

Some lives need less than others.

--Who can ever Say truly "Thou art mine," of Happiness?

Death comes to all.

And one, to-day, is never Sure of to-morrow, that may ban or bless;

And what's beyond is but a shadowy guess.

"All, all is vanity," the preacher sighs;

And in this world what has more right than Wrong?

Come!

let us hush remembrance with a song, And learn with folly to be glad and wise.

III

There was a poet of the East named Hâfiz, Who sang of wine and beauty.

Let us go Praising them, too.

And where good wine to quaff is And maids to kiss, doff life's gray garb of woe;

For soon that tavern's reached, that inn, you know, Where wine and love are not; where, sans disguise, Each one must lie in his strait bed apart, The thorn of sleep deep-driven in his heart, And dust and darkness in his mouth and eyes.