BACCHUS must now his power resign -- I am the only God of Wine! It is not fit the wretch should be In competition set with me, Who can drink ten times more than he. Make a new world, ye powers divine! Stock'd with nothing else but Wine: Let Wine its only product be, Let Wine be earth, and air, and sea -- And let that Wine be all for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HORACE TO LEUCONOE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP THE DISCOVERY; SONNET by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE |