Of evenings hangs above the restaurant A humid, wild and heavy air. The Springtide spirit, brooding, pestilent, Commands the drunken outcries there. Far off, above the alley's mustiness, Where bored gray summerhouses lie, The baker's sign swings gold through dustiness, And loud and shrill the children cry. Beyond the city stroll the exquisites, At every dusk and all the same: Their derbies tilted back, the pretty wits Are playing at the ancient game. Upon the lake but feebly furious Soft screams and creaking oar-locks sound. And in the sky, blasé, incurious, The moon beholds the earthly round. And every evening, dazed and serious, I watch the same procession pass; In liquor, raw and yet mysterious, One friend is mirrored in my glass. Beside the scattered tables, somnolent And dreary waiters stick around. @3"In vino veritas!"@1 shout violent And red-eyed fools in liquor drowned. And every evening, strange, immutable, (Is it a dream no waking proves?) As to a rendezvous inscrutable A silken lady darkly moves. She slowly passes by the drunken ones And lonely by the window sits; And from her robes, above the sunken ones, A misty fainting perfume flits. Her silks' resilience, and the tapering Of her ringed fingers, and her plumes, Stir vaguely like dim incense vaporing, Deep ancient faiths their mystery illumes. I try, held in this strange captivity, To pierce the veil that darkling falls— I see enchanted shores' declivity, And an enchanted distance calls. I guard dark secrets' tortuosities. A sun is given me to hold. An acrid wine finds out the sinuosities That in my soul were locked of old. And in my brain the soft slow flittering Of ostrich feathers waves once more; And fathomless the azure glittering Where two eyes blossom on the shore. My soul holds fast its treasure renitent, The key is safe and solely mine. Ah, you are right, drunken impenitent! I also know: truth lies in wine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EPITHALAMION MADE AT LINCOLNES INNE by JOHN DONNE A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH ROBERT E. LEE by JULIA WARD HOWE THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 80, 81. GHAFOOR, MUNTAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |