Noble gods at the board Where lord unto lord Light pushes the care-killing wine: Urbane in their pleasure, Superb in their leisure -- Lax ease -- Lax ease after labor divine! Golden ages eternal Autumnal, supernal, Deep mellow their temper serene: The rose by their gate Shall it yield into fate? They are gods -- They are gods and their garlands keep green. Ever blandly adore them; But spare to implore them: They rest, they discharge them from time; Yet believe, light believe They would succor, reprieve -- Nay, retrieve -- Might but revellers pause in the prime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BURY ME IN A FREE LAND by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE OF GENERAL GOURAUD by ROBERTA BALFOUR |