WINE, -- bring wine! Let the crystal beaker flame and shine, Brimming o'er with the draught divine! The crimson glow Of the lifted cup on my forehead throw, Like the sunset's flush on a field of snow. I love to lave My thirsty lip in the ruddy wave; Freedom bringeth the wine so brave! The world is cold: Sorrow and pain have gloomy hold, Chilling the bosom warm and bold. Doubts and fears Veil the shine of my morning years, -- My life's lone rainbow springs from tears. But Eden-gleams Visit my soul in immortal dreams, When the wave of the goblet burns and beams. Not from the Rhine, Not from fields of Burgundian vine, Bring me the bright Olympian wine! Not with a ray Born where the winds of Shiraz play, Or the fiery blood of the bright Tokay. Not where the glee Of Falernian vintage echoes free, Or the Chian gardens gem the sea. But wine, -- bring wine, Royally flushed with its growth divine, In the crystal depth of my soul to shine! Whose glow was caught From the warmth which Fancy's summer brought To the vintage-fields in the Land of Thought. Rich and free To my thirsting soul will the goblet be, Poured by the Hebe, Poesy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS DESERT BRIDE by MARY MILLER BEARD GOLD AND STEEL; THE ANSWER by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON LINES by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN THE THUD OF THE CLODS by JULIA E. BRUMFIELD AN EPISTLE: ADDRESSED TO SIR THOMAS HAMNER (2) (VARIANT TEXT) by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE LAW OF JAVA, SELECTION by GEORGE COLMAN THE YOUNGER UPON THE FAIRE ETHIOPIAN SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW |