Drinking-Song

We lift our heads to drink, Beloved, you and I ! Let others sink Their faces to the cup. Or bending lower still. In thirsty herds, Lap at the drops we spill! But you and I, Like birds, Scorning the crowded brink. Up, up. Heads lifted to the sky, From the sun's brim that tips To meet the laughing splendor of our lips, Will drink — will drink!