Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The Wine of Circe

Dusk—haired and gold—robed o’er the golden wine
   She stoops, wherein, distilled of death and shame,
Sink the black drops; while, lit with fragrant flame,
Round her spread board the golden sunflowers shine.
Doth Helios here with Hecate combine
   (O Circe, thou their votaress?) to proclaim
For these thy guests all rapture in Love’s name,
Till pitiless Night give Day the countersign?
 
Lords of their hour, they come. And by her knee
   Those cowering beasts, their equal heretofore,
Wait; who with them in new equality
   To—night shall echo back the unchanging roar
Which sounds forever from the tide—strown shore
Where the dishevelled seaweed hates the sea.
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