LUTE, no longer hang upon your peg unstirred, Silencing your liquid voice of seven strings! To my hands! for I would send a golden word To Alexander from the Muses' wings, Joy to those who sit and drink in groups of twenty, When the soul warms with compulsion soft and sweet, And the cups go jostling round the board in plenty; Hopes of love then make the young hearts beat. Dionysus mingles in the wine new powers, Sending high adventure to the thoughts of men; This man thinks he sacks a city's crown of towers, That man dreams himself a monarch then. Here with gold and ivory the halls are burning; Bringing wheat and wealth across the gleaming brine Back from Egypt come the merchantmen returning -- So is each man's spirit stirred by wine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM WHAT DO I CARE by SARA TEASDALE BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS NIGHT BLOSSOMING by JANICE BLANCHARD |