From a little violet wine at not too dear a fee, my love, I have deduced a whole philosophy. This wine, this sweet wine, unto sadness leads, and sadness in its turn to melancholy. and from there, my love, to blank forgetfulness. I forget the evenings 'neath the arbor's shade when the sweet wine filled my heart with glee since you were there and just for me. All the false, fair skies with hope's bright hue o'erlaid, ah! swiftly did they fade in our lifted glasses' shine, drunk with the wine they have fled! Far you have sped but forgetfulness is mine. The little violet wine to sadness leads and the sadness in its turn to melancholy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY THE LAST MAN: MEDITATION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 16 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO AN ABSENT FRIEND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON (FIRST VERSION) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |