by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881)
The stirrup‑cup
Language: English
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, Keats, and Gotama excellent, Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright, And Shakspere for a king-delight. Then, Time, let not a drop be spilt: Hand me the cup whene'er thou wilt: 'Tis thy rich stirrup-cup to me; I'll drink it down right smilingly.
Authorship:
- by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881), "The stirrup-cup" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Bruce Trinkley (b. 1945), "The stirrup-cup", from Sidney Lanier Songs, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: John Glenn Paton [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2008-01-16
Line count: 12
Word count: 70