DEAR friend, beneath this spreading tree Where flitting shadows come and go, With myrtles crowned and roses we The joys of wine will freely know. Drink wisdom in with every draught, In wine shalt thou discover here Thy inner fires, thy mental craft, Increasing with each passing year. The thousand years of this our earth To God are but short lasting hours; A moment's death, a moment's birth, To God is one long year of ours. Ah! would that I might live and laugh Through one God-year a thousand fold; That I, forever young might quaff Oceans of wine that e'er grows old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENE CARMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |