Noble gods at the board Where lord unto lord Light pushes the care-killing wine: Urbane in their pleasure, Superb in their leisure -- Lax ease -- Lax ease after labor divine! Golden ages eternal Autumnal, supernal, Deep mellow their temper serene: The rose by their gate Shall it yield into fate? They are gods -- They are gods and their garlands keep green. Ever blandly adore them; But spare to implore them: They rest, they discharge them from time; Yet believe, light believe They would succor, reprieve -- Nay, retrieve -- Might but revellers pause in the prime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TIME TO TALK by ROBERT FROST ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK SAPPHO AND PHAON: 2. THE TEMPLE OF CHASTITY by MARY DARBY ROBINSON MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A DEDICATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |