I am a drunkard in your court, O God! No, not a drunkard of the gutter's bliss. But a real drunkard—drunk with loveliness, Above, below, upon this earthly sod. I am a drunkard. I have drunk the wine Of all the beauty you have gathered here— The smiling of the rose, the lily's tear, The universal rapture that's divine. O what a glory thus to be a sot! O wonder of the prairie, sky and stream! I am a drunkard—drunken with the dream Of song that nevermore shall be forgot. I am a drunkard in your court, O God! Let me go on forever staggering From love's drained cups. O let me fling My soul where feet of loveliness have trod! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA AMORETTI: 68 by EDMUND SPENSER SOUL AND BODY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE BUDDHA AND BRAHMA by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS |