When I pined for springs of coolest savor,
As the burning Earth for thunder-showers!
In the wave, that through my maddened dreaming
Flowed to cheat me, fill the cups again!
Drink, dear friend, to life which is not seeming—
Fresh as this to manhood’s heart and brain!
Fill, fill high! and while our goblets, ringing,
Shine with vintage of the mountain-snow,
Youth’s bright Fountain, clear and blithely springing.
Brims our souls to endless overflow!