We will not bid thee stay;
For joys of youth and passion’s plaint
Thou bear’st alike away.
Alike the tones of mirth, and sorrow’s swell
Gather to hymn thy parting.—Fare thee well!
Fill high the cup—and drink
To Time’s unwearied sweep!
He claims a parting pledge from us—
And let the draught be deep!
We may not shadow moments fleet as this,