WHAT makes the troopers' frozen courage muster? The grapes of juice divine. Upon the Rhine, upon the Rhine they cluster: Oh, blessed be the Rhine! Let fringe and furs, and many a rabbitskin, sirs, Bedeck your Saracen; He'll freeze without what warms our hearts within, sirs, When the night-frost crusts the fen. But on the Rhine, but on the Rhine they cluster, The grapes of juice divine, That make our troopers' frozen courage muster: Oh, blessed be the Rhine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW NEIGHBORHOOD by KAREN SWENSON BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO BE CARVED ON A STONE AT THOOR BALLYLEE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP |