Odes Of Anacreon: Within this goblet rich and deep...

Within this goblet rich and deep...

by Thomas Moore

Within this goblet rich and deep,
I cradle all my woes to sleep;
Why should we breathe the sigh of fear,
Or pour the unavailing tear?
For death will never heed the sigh,
Nor soften at the tearful eye;
And eyes that sparkle, eyes that weep,
Must all alike be seal'd in sleep;
Then let us never vainly stray,
In search of thorns, from pleasure's way;
Oh! let us quaff the rosy wave,
Which Bacchus loves, which Bacchus gave;
And in the goblet rich and deep,
Cradle our crying woes to sleep!