THE rain, the rain at length; And from the gift divine The parched and drooping vine Recovers life and strength. The praise of water sing, Let none the theme decline; Since doth from water spring Wine! wine! refreshing wine! While water's praise I sound, I feel my throat grow dry; Quick, push the bottle round, Which doth the flask supply. And, merry friends, I think, If you my chorus join, Water will make you drink Wine, wine, exulting wine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SELF-UNSEEING by THOMAS HARDY THE ONE GRAY HAIR by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON THE ADIEU, TO A FRIEND LEAVING SUFFOLK by BERNARD BARTON THE STATION MAN, ON LOOK-OUT by ARCHIE BINNS |