Pour the red wine about! Pour it out! Pour it out! Drink, sing, laugh, and shout With a will. There's a storm in my soul, That will ever uproll, So quickly the bowl Let us fill! The day had not fled With its living and dead, Like a moment of dread It was o'er; As the sleeper will start When he feels the knife dart Dividing his heart To the core One terrible pain Of heart and of brain, A gasping in vain, And no more! Close, close to my breast Her bosom was pressed— Oh! how I was blest In her arms! Her breath was divine, I drank it like wine, Warm kisses were mine, Mine her charms! I looked in her eyes, They were luminous skies, Where her soul made replies To mine own. In a tempest of love, That angels above Might envy to prove, We were one! Then a power unseen Came quickly between, Like the icy cold sheen Of the north; And up I arose To grapple my foes, My efforts were throes Little worth. On the wrack of the storm I saw her white form Out oceanward torn, Like a breath; Dim ghosts all in white Fast followed her flight, Through terror and night, Unto death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |