Behold how yonder reed Swayed by the breath of dawn Leans down, to sip with greed Our glasses on the lawn. Did not the dews suffice Its thirst for revelling, And does our wine entice Its plaited locks to swing? Towards the revellers It shakes its graceful thighs; The mirthful soul it stirs, It captivates the eyes. Come, give it that it seeks And that our bowls possess, And if it kiss our cheeks Forgive its drunkenness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MISSIONARY HYMN by REGINALD HEBER SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PALINODE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD |