SWEET Iser! were thy sunny realm And flowery gardens mine, Thy waters I would shade with elm To prop the tender vine; My golden flagons I would fill With rosy draughts from every hill; And under every myrtle bower, My gay companions should prolong The laugh, the revel, and the song, To many an idle hour. Like rivers crimsoned with the beam Of yonder planet bright, Our balmy cups should ever stream Profusion of delight; No care should touch the mellow heart, And sad or sober none depart; For wine can triumph over wo, And Love and Bacchus, brother powers, Could build in Iser's sunny bowers A paradise below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY by JOHN DRYDEN ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE SEA AND THE SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS AT THE CARNIVAL by ANNE SPENCER WHERE SHALL I DIE? by MARIA ABDY SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE PLOUGHMAN by KARLE WILSON BAKER |