These sweet draughts of beauty give
To the charmèd eyes of men;
Let us hasten, then, and live
With woods and rivulets again;
Our eyes shall feast on streams, our lips on wine;
We’ll quaff by night—by day we’ll garlands twine.
And with these garlands gay
The lovely maids we’ll crown;
So joyous pass the day—
The night in goblets drown: