I HAVE drunk of rains that drench The holly-boughs' dark blind. I love a comely wench Whose eyes are kind. I have drunk of dews that drown The heart of lilies frail. The bridal bliss hath flown: O curlews wail! I have drunk of rills that go Glad-singing thro' the grass. Farewell gold hair, and O! Farewell my lass! Within my vines' own leaves I have drunk the sun's red blood. My heart no longer grieves: Ah, sleep is good! All Life and Love's a snare. I have drunk the drops of cloud Beneath the turret where They weep aloud. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW AS THE NEW YEAR [18 B.C.] DAWNED by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS PENTRIDGE BY THE RIVER by WILLIAM BARNES A BRIDGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |