GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honour'd, ever sung, Stain'd with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes Dance upon the mazer's brim, In the crimson liquor swim; From thy plenteous hand divine Let a river run with wine: God of youth, let this day here Enter neither care nor fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A COURT LADY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WOMEN MEN'S SHADOWS by BEN JONSON SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT [1583] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. |