While I have these two rich companions left, Wine for my Body, Music for my Mind — Shall I complain that Life has lost its youth, And say that Fate is cruel and unkind? Come, then, let Wine and Music help each other; That when my Wine has closed both eye and ear, I'll hear in dreams a Music more divine, Refined by something more than common air. Fill up the glass and turn the small round knob — Bring in those sweet far-travelled melodies: Wine for my Body, Music for my Mind — Can Age find any richer friends than these? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU THE SPELL OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE TO MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON YARROW UNVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH VILE SPRING! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |