And Death to thee is a terrible joy!
Then, tighten the girth and loose the rein!
Unleash the keen, impatient hound,
And deep in the seething foam again
Let every quivering oar be drowned!
We will rock on the ocean’s solemn roll,
Or follow the charging music’s mirth,
And the vine’s bright blood shall crown the bowl
That brims for us with the Life of Earth!