ZEUS rains; a storm comes in its might From heav'n, and freezes rivers tight . . . Put down the storm! Pile up the fire, Mix the sweet wine to your desire, And round your forehead set A dainty coronet. To woe the heart must not give in. In grief's no help. One medicine, My friend, alone is fit -- Wine --, and get drunk on it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINCOLN by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL HE GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PSALM 34. BENEDICAM DOMINO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE RETURN TO TOMHANICK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 5 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |