GOD of the Wine List, roseate lord, And is it really then good-by? Of Prohibitionists abhorred, Must thou in sorry sooth then die, (O fatal morning of July!) Nor aught hold back the threatened hour That shrinks thy purple clusters dry? Say not good-by -- but @3au revoir!@1 For the last time the wine is poured, For the last toast the glass raised high, And henceforth round the wintry board, As dumb as fish, we'll sit and sigh, And eat our Puritanic pie, And dream of suppers gone before, With flying wit and words that fly -- Say not good-by -- but @3au revoir!@1 'Twas on thy wings the poet soared, And Sorrow fled when thou wentst by, And, when we said "Here's looking toward" . . . It seemed a better world, say I, With greener grass and bluer sky . . . The writ is on the Tavern Door, And who would tipple on the sly? . . . 'Tis not good-by -- but @3au revoir!@1 ENVOI Gay God of Bottles, I deny Those brave tempestuous times are o'er; Somehow I think, I scarce know why, 'Tis not good-by -- but @3au revoir!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SCARECROW by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE SHIPWRECK, SELECTION by WILLIAM FALCONER THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE TRANSLATED WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A SHADOW OF THE NIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |