Author Sir Edwin Arnold Happy those eyes that, every dawn, can see A face so fair! Who's drunk with wine may be Sober by midnight: but who this way slakes His thirst, is drunk till Judgment-Morning breaks. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments