I am a drunkard in your court, O God! No, not a drunkard of the gutter's bliss. But a real drunkard—drunk with loveliness, Above, below, upon this earthly sod. I am a drunkard. I have drunk the wine Of all the beauty you have gathered here— The smiling of the rose, the lily's tear, The universal rapture that's divine. O what a glory thus to be a sot! O wonder of the prairie, sky and stream! I am a drunkard—drunken with the dream Of song that nevermore shall be forgot. I am a drunkard in your court, O God! Let me go on forever staggering From love's drained cups. O let me fling My soul where feet of loveliness have trod! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE LISTENERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: THE FOUR WINDS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN |