Drinking

The thirsty earth soaks up the rain

And drinks, and gapes for drink again

The plants suck in the earth, and are

With constant drinking fresh and fair

The sea itself, which one would think

Should have but little need of drink

Drinks ten thousand rivers up

So filled that they o'erflow the cup

The busy sun and one would guess

By's drunken, fiery face no less

Drinks up the sea, and when he's done

The moon and stars drink up the sun

They drink and dance by their own light

They drink and revel all the night

Nothing in nature's sober found

But an eternal health goes 'round

Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high

Fill all the glasses there, for why

Should every creature drink but I?

While man of morals, tell me why?

Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high

Fill all the glasses there, for why

Should every creature drink but I?

While man of morals, tell me why?

Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high

Fill all the glasses there, for why

Should every creature drink but I?

While man of morals, tell me why?