Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE VINE IN BLOSSOM, by ANDRE THEURIET


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First Line: Along the vines the blossoms thrive
Last Line: And how may lovers find him out?
Subject(s): Vines And Vineyards


ALONG the vines the blossoms thrive,
To-night just twenty years are mine. ...
Ah! but it's good to be alive
And feel the veins that seethe and strive
Like the crushed grape that turns to wine.

My brain's with idle thoughts abrim;
I wander in a tipsy swoon;
I run and drink the air I skim ...
Is it the draught that pricks my whim,
Or blossom on the vine-festoon?

But ah! what odour freights the air
From out the clusters of the vine ...
Ah! had I but the heart to dare
Clasp something ... some one ... anywhere ...
Within these wanton arms of mine!

I fleet, as fearful as a fawn,
Beneath the loaded trellises;
I lay me amid blade and awn,
And on the bramble-shaded lawn
I taste the wild red raspberries.

And to my lips that pant in drouth
It seems as though a kiss were blown
On breezes from the tender south;
As though a soft and scented mouth
Moved down to mingle with my own.

O strange delight, O stranger dearth!
O! tendrils of the vine about,
O! blossoms trailing in your mirth,
Is Love still roaming on the earth,
And how may lovers find him out?





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