COME, drink the mystic wine of Night, Brimming with silence and the stars, While earth, bathed in this holy light, Is seen without its scars. Drink in the daring and the dews, The calm winds and the restless gleam— This is the draught that Beauty brews; Drink—it is the Dream... Drink, oh my soul, and do not yield— These solitudes, this wild-rose air, Shall strengthen thee, shall be thy shield, Against a world's despair. Oh, quaff this stirrup-cup of stars, Trembling with hope and high desire— Then back into the hopeless wars With faith and fire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMMELINE GRANGERFORD'S 'ODE TO STEPHEN DOLWING BOTS, DEC'D' by SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE DISARMAMENT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MONA LISA by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE FIVE CARLINS; AN ELECTION BALLAD by ROBERT BURNS ON THE MEANING OF THE WORD 'WRATH' AS APPLIED TO GOD IN SCRIPTURE by JOHN BYROM |