Eat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.
Surely the earth, that s wise being very old,
Needs not our help. Then loose me, love, and hold
Thy sultry hair up from my face that I
May pour for thee this yellow wine, brim-high,
Till round the glass thy fingers glow like gold.
We'll drown all hours: thy song, while hours toil'd,
Shall leap, as fountains veil the changing sky.
Now kiss, and think that there are really those,
My own high-bosomed beauty, who increase
Vain gold, vain lore, and yet might choose our way
Through many days they toil; then comes a day
They die not,-never having lived,-but cease;
And round their narrow lips the mould falls close.
The Choice: 01
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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