@2T@1HE wine of love,—a wingéd wine, Crushed from the warm, incarnadine, Deep breathless sunset, and compounded With star-songs in the midnight sounded; Vivid as the summer lightning, Still glowing, paling, fading, bright'ning; O wonder-wine, thy cup I covet, Nor linger long my lips above it! What matter though the draught destroy The sober mind and dull employ? What matter all the ancient tasks?— To live, to live, my spirit asks: Content no more with placid quiet, But, kindling with the race and riot Of the swift-enchanting potion, To enter earth's supreme emotion; Its pains I dare, its farthest fortunes I'll compass, as a @3king@1 impórtunes! The wine of love—a warrior-wine— I quaff, and all the world is mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE by WILLIAM BARNES WOODNOTES: 2 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SETH COMPTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE PHILANDERER by BERTON BRALEY SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON by RUPERT BROOKE |