WHAT makes the troopers' frozen courage muster? The grapes of juice divine. Upon the Rhine, upon the Rhine they cluster: Oh, blessed be the Rhine! Let fringe and furs, and many a rabbitskin, sirs, Bedeck your Saracen; He'll freeze without what warms our hearts within, sirs, When the night-frost crusts the fen. But on the Rhine, but on the Rhine they cluster, The grapes of juice divine, That make our troopers' frozen courage muster: Oh, blessed be the Rhine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK CHARACTERS: SARAH TAYLOR RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE COYOTE CHORUS by ANNE BIRDSALL |