WINE cheers our hearts, and makes us glad, When Grief and Cares have left us sad: But more than Nature does suffice, Will cast a cloud before our eyes; 'Twill bind the tongue, the feet, and hands, Ere we perceive, with strongest bands; And us its drunken slaves will keep, Till we our freedom get by Sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR |