The secret Well

Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn 

 My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn: 

 And Lip to Lip it murmur'd---"While you live"

"Drink!---for once dead you never shall return."

I wonder if there is a secret Well of Life here in London?  If only it were as easy as getting an earthen bowl to hold all that divine elixir.

Who would hesitate to drink?  

I wonder - would I know I was even thirsty unless I was offered a sip?  

Perhaps I think I'm drinking but I'm not.  

Or have I drunk too much and can't see straight?  

Is there more to ignite my senses and my soul?  

Or have my lips formed a secret pact behind my back...