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We drink life's cup with thirsty lips, Our eyes shut fast to fears; About the golden rim there drips Our staining blood, our tears.

But when the last swift hour comes on, The light long hid is lit, From startled eyes the band is gone, We suffer and submit.

It is not our part to possess The cup that golden gleamed. We see its shallow emptiness: We did not drink—we dreamed.