I AM drunk with the honey wine Of the moon-unfolded eglantine, Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls. The bats, the dormice, and the moles Sleep in the walls or under the sward Of the desolate Castle yard; And when 't is spilt on the summer earth Or its fumes arise among the dew, Their jocund dreams are full of mirth, They gibber their joy in sleep; for few Of the fairies bear those bowls so new! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARRIAGE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SHADOWS OF CRIME by LEVI BISHOP THE COMING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE WE HAVE DREAMED TOO MUCH OF GOLD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE NIGHT by PETRONELLA HELEN URASKY CHAPP ON THE DEATH OF THE MOST NOBLE THOMAS EARL OF OSSORY by CHARLES COTTON |