Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare
To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, and Despair
Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why
Drink! for you know not whence you go, nor where
And we would 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?
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth descеnd
Ourselves to make a Couch for whom?