ZEUS rains; a storm comes in its might From heav'n, and freezes rivers tight . . . Put down the storm! Pile up the fire, Mix the sweet wine to your desire, And round your forehead set A dainty coronet. To woe the heart must not give in. In grief's no help. One medicine, My friend, alone is fit -- Wine --, and get drunk on it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY HER MERRIMENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONNET: 20. A FAREWELL by PHILIP SIDNEY CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS A SONNET. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |