Ode 25: Wine and Care

by Judson France Davidson
When I drink wine care sleeps.
What with sorrow and pain
Have my numbers to do?
Swiftly time's current sweeps:
Though to live I am fain
As others must I die too.
While through our veins life leaps
The bowl to the lees let us drain,
For while we drink care sleeps.
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Poets of The Anacreontea
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