When The Wine-Cup At The Lip Slants Its Sparkling Fire, O'Er Its Level, While You Sip, Have You Marked The Finger-Tip Of The God Desire Slip, Of The God Desire? Saying - Lo, The Hours Run! Live Your Day Before 'T Is Done! When The Empty Goblet Lies At The Ended Revel, In The Glass, The Wine-Stain Dyes, Have You Marked The Hollow Eyes Of A Mocking Devil Rise, Of A Mocking Devil? Saying - Lo, The Day Is Through! Look On Joy It Gave To You!