WINE, wine, sweet wine, Rich blood divine Of purple vine, With glowing fire My soul inspire, And tune my lyre! "Hafiz is dead," The maidens said, "Drowned in the red Wine-wave. Alas! Who shall surpass, On the green grass Or the blue sea, Hafiz the free?' In sweet surprise, From the clear skies Of Zara's eyes, A shining dart Pierced Hafiz's heart. From the red wave, She thought his grave, With deathless song, Clear, sweet, and strong, Sprang Persia's lyre Of mingled fire And sweet desire. "Wine, wine for me, Hafiz the free! And when I die, My soul shall fly From love's alarms To Zara's arms." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |