Classic Poem

We three have met together,
Though the tempest rages high;
We heed not wind nor weather—
Let's drain the goblet dry!

While others yield to sorrow,
And heave the ready sigh,
We joy from wine will borrow—
Let's drain the goblet dry!

Why should we give to sadness
The moments as they fly?
I deem it worse than madness—
Let's drain the goblet dry!

Hold!—can you then no anguish
In ruby wine descry?
In pain how many languish,
Who drain the goblet dry!

Think of life's closing hour,
Think how you'll bear to die;
Then, if you have the power,
Let's drain the goblet dry!