THE WINE OF NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER
COME, drink the mystic wine of Night,
Brimming with silence and the stars,
While earth, bathed in this holy light,
Is seen without its scars.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as Silently steal away.
Drink in the daring and the dews,
The calm winds and the restless gleam
This is the draught that Beauty brews;
Drink it is the Dream . . .
Drink, oh my soul, and do not yield
These solitudes, this wild-rose air,
Shall strengthen thee, shall be thy shield,
Against a world s despair.
Oh, quaff this stirrup-cup of stars,
Trembling with hope and high desire
Then back into the hopeless wars
With faith and fire!
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