The Vine
1834-1882
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 747
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/747.html">The Vine by James Thomson</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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