TRANCED in the glamour of a dream Where banquet-lights and fancies gleam, And ripest wit and wine abound, And pledges hale go round and round, -- Lo, dazzled with enchanted rays -- As in the golden olden days Sir Galahad -- my eyes swim up To greet your splendor, Loving Cup! What is the secret of your art, Linking together hand and heart Your myriad votaries who do Themselves most honor honoring you? What gracious service have you done to win the name that you have won? -- Kissing it back from tuneful lips That sing your praise between the sips! Your spicy breath, O Loving Cup, That, like an incense steaming up, Full-freighted with a fragrance fine As ever swooned on sense of mine, Is rare enough. -- But then, ah me! How rarer every memory That, rising with it, wreathes and blends In forms and faces of my friends! O Loving Cup! in fancy still, I clasp their hands, and feel the thrill Of fellowship that still endures While lips are theirs and wine is yours! And while my memory journeys down The years that lead to Boston Town, Abide where first were rendered up Our mutual loves, O Loving Cup! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHADOWS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. PEDDLER WOMAN by ALICE ELODY BREDESON THE PHILOSOPHIC FLIGHT by GIORDANO BRUNO OCTOBER TWILIGHT by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS TO THE HECTORS, UPON THE UNFORTUNATE DEATH UPON THE DEATH H. COMPTON by JOHN CLEVELAND IN TIME OF WAR I SING by ALLEN CRAFTON CONSTANCY IN INCONSTANCY; AN OLD MAN'S CONFESSION by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |