There was the Door to which I found no Key; 125 not see: And not a drop that from our Cups we throw There was the Veil through which I might For Earth to drink of, but may steal below To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye 155 There hidden-far beneath, and long ago. Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE There was-and then no more of THEE and ME. When You and I behind the Veil are past, 185 Oh, but the long, long while the World TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more? Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: 295 In Midnight by the Master of the Show; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor LXXII where. What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke And that inverted Bowl they call the A conscious Something to resent the yoke Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke! LXXIX 310 |