Chapter 25 No.25

'Tis Eve O Sakil fill the wine cup high

Be quick! the clouds delay not as they fly.

Ere yet this Fading World to Darkness goes

My senses darken with thy wine of Rose,

Till Fate makes flagons of my worthless clay.

Then fill my empty skull with wine I pray

So neither Death nor Judgment shall be mine

The Grave a brimming cup of Li