Drink

Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare
Tomorrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair
Drink! For you know not whence you came, nor why
Drink! For you know not why you go, nor where

And we, who now make merry in this room
They left, with Summer dresses in new bloom
Ourselves must we beneath the couch of Earth
Descend--ourselves to make a couch--For whom?