For I know that Death is a guest divine,
Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine.
And He cares for nothing! a King is He!
Come on, old fellow, and drink with me!
With you I will drink to the solemn Past, —
Though the cup that I drain should be my last.

William Winter (1836-1917) American dramatic critic and author

Poem (1860-01-07), “Orgia: The Song of a Ruined Man,” st. 13ff New-York Saturday Press, Vol. 3 No. 1
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Collected in his My Witness: A Book of Verse (1871)