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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Stirrup Cup
By Sidney Lanier (1842–1881)
 
DEATH, thou’rt a cordial old and rare:
Look how compounded, with what care!
Time got his wrinkles reaping thee
Sweet herbs from all antiquity.
 
David to thy distillage went,        5
Keats, and Gotama excellent,
Omar Khayyám, and Chaucer bright,
And Shakespeare for a king-delight.
 
Then, Time, let not a drop be spilt;
Hand me the cup whene’er thou wilt:        10
’Tis thy rich stirrup cup to me;
I’ll drink it down right smilingly.
 
 
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