An arbor of flowers and a kettle of wine: Alas! in the bowers no companion is mine. Then the moon sheds her rays on my goblet and me, And my shadow betrays we're a party of three. Though the moon cannot swallow her share of the grog, And my shadow must follow wherever I jog -- Yet their friendship I'll borrow and gaily carouse, And laugh away sorrow while springtime allows. See the moon -- how she glances response to my song; See my shadow -- it dances so lightly along! While sober I feel you are both my good friends; When drunken I reel, our companionship ends. But we'll soon have a greeting without a good-bye, At our next merry meeting away in the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL MADLY SINGING IN THE MOUNTAINS by PO CHU-YI MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 9 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |