Wine! Wine! Wine! Thou purple stream of bliss; Thy Lethe powers drown by-gone hours, And make a heaven of this. Go, look upon the boundless sky, Where shining planets roll; There's none can match the sparkling eye, When Wine lights up the soul! Let monarchs say, their Eastern gems, All other gems surpass; We'll show them brighter in the drops That stud each draining glass; Wine! Wine! Wine! Thou purple stream of bliss; Thy Lethe powers drown by-gone hours, And make a heaven of this. There's beauty round that might entice The angels as of yore: Once drawn to Earth by such a charm, They'd seek the sky no more. There's Music, soft and thrilling -- hark! What magic in the strain! 'Twere madness for to listen long, Come fill the glass again. Wine! Wine! Wine! Thou purple stream of bliss; Thy Lethe powers drown by-gone hours, And make a heaven of this. Young Bacchus reels about our board, With face like morning's blush; His cheeks have pilfered from the grapes Their rich carnation flush. The rosy rogue around to-night A treble rapture flings; He revels with Apollo's lyre, And Cupid's burning wings. Wine! Wine! Wine! Thou purple stream of bliss; Thy Lethe powers drown by-gone hours, And make a heaven of this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HESTER [SAVORY] by CHARLES LAMB THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS WESTWARD BOUND by BETSY H. ASHMORE THE SECOND BAPTISM by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 26. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE NINETH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |