WHAT celebration should there be? ... Quick, Lyde, bring a jar! Against a dull sobriety We'll wage a lusty war. The festive sun is setting low, The dusk is almost there; And yet you scarcely move, as though We both had time to spare! Let's pour the wine and sing in turns Of Neptune in his lair, Of mermaids in the water-ferns, And of their sea-green hair. And you, upon your curving lyre, Shall spend a tuneful hour, Singing Dianas darts of fire And her benignant power. Hymns shall arise to Her who sends Fresh laughter and delight, Until our weary singing ends In lullabies to-night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIX O'CLOCK by TRUMBULL STICKNEY TO DR. AIKIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE QUAKER POET; VERSES ON SEEING MYSELF SO DESIGNATED by BERNARD BARTON ECHOES OF SPRING: 8 by MATHILDE BLIND THE BRIDEGROOM TO HIS BRIDE by MARY ANN BROWNE |