Calcutta nr. 54
Since the spring clouds throw shade upon the cheeks of the tulips
Arise ! & pour wine into the cup—we are owed this much !
For this verdure which today is your pleasure-ground
Will tomorrow grow from your own clay.
When at New Year the cloud has washed the face of the tulip,
arise and seize the cup of wine with a firm resolution,
for this green-sward that is to-day a feast for our eyes
shall grow, to morrow, from thy dust.
Since the showers of the Spring have washed the tulip's cheek
Arise, to the winecup thyself in haste bespeak;
For the green, that thy feet for pleasaunce to-day beseek,
May spring from thy dust or ever another week.