After the song the love, and after the love the play, Flute girl and pretty boy blowing Bubbles of sparkling Wine into darkling Beards of a former austerity, stern even now, but fast growing Foolish, with less of the stately Reserve that held them sedately. Oh Zeus, what a sight! with the wine dripping off it, The grin of an ass on a bald-pated prophet. After the feast the night, and after the night the day, Fool and philosopher stirring With the day dawning, Stretching and yawning, While in each wine-throbbing, desolate brain is the wheeling and whirring Of thousands of bats, that the slaking Of throats will not hinder from aching, No wine for the brow that is beating to bursting, But water at morning is quench for the thirsting! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENGLISH GRAVEYARD IN MALACCA by KAREN SWENSON THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FIRST AMERICAN CONGRESS by JOEL BARLOW MY FLOWERS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |