Me thought I saw (as I did dreame in bed) A crawling Vine about Anacreon's head: Flusht was his face; his haires with oyle did shine; And as he spake, his mouth ranne ore with wine. Tipled he was; and tipling lispt withall; And lisping reeld, and reeling like to fall. A young Enchantresse close by him did stand Tapping his plump thighes with a mirtle wand: She smil'd; he kist; and kissing, cull'd her too; And being cup-shot, more he co'd not doe. For which (me thought) in prittie anger she Snatcht off his Crown, and gave the wreath to me: Since when (me thinks) my braines about doe swim, And I am wilde and wanton like to him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHURCH-PORCH by GEORGE HERBERT THE LAND O' THE LEAL by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE TIRED MOTHERS by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A WESTERN BOY by WALT WHITMAN DAY AND NIGHT SONGS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |