My mouth—the mouth of my whole being waters

For all the fruit upon the lap of Life;

The luscious fruit of Life, (delicious fruit,

All running over with the juice of joy.)

Life seems a banquet and my gourmand senses

Would gorge themselves with all good things thereof.

My taste, my touch, my smell, my sight, my hearing

Would drink the seasoned vintages of Life,

And relish all Life’s rarest fruits and viands.

Content to go whene’er the feast is over

Content, the feast was not prepared in vain.