Forbidden wine. It glows and glistens there, A tempting thing. One draught of it might bring a snow-bound soul Eternal spring. Surely a Spartan's blood is in my veins, Turning them cold. Yet, in my soul, a mad Bohemian spark burns Centuries old. So, in the wake of temperate ancestry, Steadfast and strong. I take the water but, alas, I sigh For wine and song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON LEPANTO by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON SONNET: 65 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |