WHERE is my ruined life, and where the fame br Of noble deeds? br Look on my long-drawn road, and whence it came, br And where it leads! br br Can drunkenness be linked to piety br And good repute? br Where is the preacher's holy monody, br Where is the lute? br br From monkish cell and lying garb released, br Oh heart of mine, br Where is the Tavern fane, the Tavern priest, br Where is the wine? br br Past days of meeting, let the memory br Of you be sweet! br Where are those glances fled, and where for me br Reproaches meet? br br His friend's bright face warms not the enemy br When love is done-- br Where is the extinguished lamp that made night day, br Where is the sun? br br Balm to mine eyes the dust, my head I bow br Upon thy stair. br Where shall I go, where from thy presence? thou br Art everywhere.