HO! ho! thou jolly god, with kinked lips And laughter-streaming eyes, thou liftest up The heart of me like any wassail-cup, And from its teeming brim, in foaming drips, Thou blowest all my cares. I cry to thee, Between the sips: -- Drink long and lustily; Drink thou my ripest joys, my richest mirth, My maddest staves of wanton minstrelsy; Drink every song I've tinkered here on earth With any patch of music; drink! and be Thou drainer of my soul, and to the lees Drink all my lover-thrills and ecstasies; And with a final gulp -- ho! ho! -- drink me, And roll me o'er thy tongue eternally. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LISBON PACKET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WITHER AWAY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE THIRD AND FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |