Empty

Your silver drinking-cup drained dry,
You fetch a funny little sigh:
“All gone!” you say, and take it up
And eye the bottom of the cup.

“All gone!” You fetch another sigh,
And tilt the cup and hold it high.
One would suppose, so grave your air,
That you could read the legend there—
“Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas.”
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