Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain —
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
At first I thought this was a little superficial. Then I thought about the last two lines a bit more and what they mean in the context of what if you repeated this everyday. IDK if that was the goal, but it's where my head took me.