She walks in beauty

It was good to see that Space Bunny inspired someone to quote one of my favorite poets. Of all his poems, this is the one I like best; I once read it at an event in which a string quartet was playing pieces from various eras and I had selected poems from each period.

Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed From a Skull

Start not -nor deem my spirit fled:

In me behold the only skull

From which, unlike a living head,

Whatever flows is never dull.

I lived, I loved, I quaffed like thee;

I died: let earth my bones resign:

Fill up -thou canst not injure me;

The worm hath fouler lips than thine.

Better to hold the sparkling grape

Than nurse the earthworm’s slimy brood,

And circle in the goblet’s shape

The drink of gods than reptile’s food.

Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,

In aid of others’ let me shine;

And when, alas! our brains are gone,

What nobler substitute than wine?

Quaff while thou canst; another race,

When thou and thine like me are sped,

May rescue thee from earth’s embrace,

And rhyme and revel with the dead.

Why not -since through life’s little day

Our heads such sad effects produce?

Redeemed from worms and wasting clay,

This chance is theirs to be of use.