To R. G. B.
My Soul! 'Tis a beaker of wine,
And the bubbles that flash to the brim,
Are the nameless, wild songs of mine,
And the ruby is sparkling with them.
Ah! The beaker is sparkling and brimming!--
We die, but there's life in the bowl,
While the bubbles are rising and swimming--
Camerado, I pledge thee my soul!