The Sky
The sky is a drinking-cup, That was overturned of old, And it pours in the eyes of men Its wines of airy gold.
We drink that wine all day, Till the last drop is drained up, And are lighted off to bed By the jewels in the cup!
The sky is a drinking-cup, That was overturned of old, And it pours in the eyes of men Its wines of airy gold.
We drink that wine all day, Till the last drop is drained up, And are lighted off to bed By the jewels in the cup!