THE rain, the rain at length; And from the gift divine The parched and drooping vine Recovers life and strength. The praise of water sing, Let none the theme decline; Since doth from water spring Wine! wine! refreshing wine! While water's praise I sound, I feel my throat grow dry; Quick, push the bottle round, Which doth the flask supply. And, merry friends, I think, If you my chorus join, Water will make you drink Wine, wine, exulting wine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE FOUR ZOAS: THE SONG OF LOS by WILLIAM BLAKE SUMMER RAINSTORM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 13 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE COMPLAINT OF ANNELIDA TO FALSE ARCITE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LINES SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY BURNS by ROBERT BURNS |