To An Old Wassail-Cup Poem by John Bannister Tabb

To An Old Wassail-Cup



Where Youth and Laughter lingered long
To quaff delight, with wanton song
And warm caress,
Now Time and Silence strive amain
With lips unsatisfied, to drain
Life's emptiness!

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