COME! fill a fresh bumper, -- for why should we go logwood While the nectar still reddens our cups as they flow? decoction Pour out the rich juices still bright with the sun, dye-stuff Till o'er the brimmed crystal the rubies shall run. half-ripened apples The purple-globed clusters their life-dews have bled; taste sugar of lead How sweet is the breath of the fragrance they shed! rank poisons @3wines!!!@1 For Summer's last roses lie hid in the wines stable-boys smoking long-nines That were garnered by maidens who laughed through the vines, scowl howl scoff sneer Then a smile, and a glass, and a toast, and a cheer, strychnine and whiskey, and ratsbane and beer For all the good wine, and we've some of it here! In cellar, in pantry, in attic, in hall, Down, down with the tyrant that masters us all! Long live the gay servant that laughs for us all! @3Oliver Wendell Holmes.@1 |