WHAT celebration should there be? ... Quick, Lyde, bring a jar! Against a dull sobriety We'll wage a lusty war. The festive sun is setting low, The dusk is almost there; And yet you scarcely move, as though We both had time to spare! Let's pour the wine and sing in turns Of Neptune in his lair, Of mermaids in the water-ferns, And of their sea-green hair. And you, upon your curving lyre, Shall spend a tuneful hour, Singing Dianas darts of fire And her benignant power. Hymns shall arise to Her who sends Fresh laughter and delight, Until our weary singing ends In lullabies to-night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 31 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A SUMMER NIGHT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER DESERT by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP; A LEGEND OF THANET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE DANGER OF DISCONTENT by E.-G. BAYFIELD |