1. With cheeks dyed as if by dusk's blush
You'd think the twilight smiled through the gloom

2. A slender cup whose beauty delights
As though it brimmed with hearts' red bloom

3. The griefs outwitted by pure wine
Of shining goblets and cheerful room

4. Still smiling, laughing, it seems to say
"No crevice here where darkness may loom."