MIX me, child, a cup divine, Crystal water, ruby wine: Weave the frontlet, richly flushing, O'er my wintry temples blushing. Mix the brimmer -- Love and I Shall no more the gauntlet try. Here -- upon this holy bowl I surrender all my soul! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOLY POEMS: 3 by GEORGE BARKER THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG COWBOY'S COMPLAINT by SQUIRE OMAR BARKER |