Pour the red wine about! Pour it out! Pour it out! Drink, sing, laugh, and shout With a will. There's a storm in my soul, That will ever uproll, So quickly the bowl Let us fill! The day had not fled With its living and dead, Like a moment of dread It was o'er; As the sleeper will start When he feels the knife dart Dividing his heart To the core One terrible pain Of heart and of brain, A gasping in vain, And no more! Close, close to my breast Her bosom was pressed— Oh! how I was blest In her arms! Her breath was divine, I drank it like wine, Warm kisses were mine, Mine her charms! I looked in her eyes, They were luminous skies, Where her soul made replies To mine own. In a tempest of love, That angels above Might envy to prove, We were one! Then a power unseen Came quickly between, Like the icy cold sheen Of the north; And up I arose To grapple my foes, My efforts were throes Little worth. On the wrack of the storm I saw her white form Out oceanward torn, Like a breath; Dim ghosts all in white Fast followed her flight, Through terror and night, Unto death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 20 by THOMAS CAMPION IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD THE CREATION (A NEGRO SERMON) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 7. TO THE BODY by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |