The Chrysolites and Rubies Bacchus Brings
The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus brings
To crown the feast where swells the broad—vein’d brow,
Where maidens blush at what the minstrel sings,
They who have coveted may covet now.
Bring me, in cool alcove, the grape uncrush’d,
The peach of pulpy cheek and down mature,
Where every voice (but bird’s or child’s) is hush’d,
And every thought, like the brook nigh, runs pure.
