THE wine of Love is music, And the feast of Love is song: And when Love sits down to the banquet, Love sits long: Sits long and arises drunken, But not with the feast and the wine; He reeleth with his own heart, That great, rich Vine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM SESTOS TO ABYDOS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY THE VIGIL OF JOSEPH by ELSA BARKER THE WHISTLE OF THE TRAIN by LEVI BISHOP NO HEIGHTS by NELLIE GRAY BOURDEAUX GLADNESS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH BEAUTY AND BEAUTY by RUPERT BROOKE |