Poem by James Thomson

The Vine

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. 

1. The Happy Man
2. The Morning Lark
3. A Complaint on the Miseries of Life
4. From Those Eternal Regions
5. The Lover's Fate

Robert Hawker The Vine ("HEARKEN! there is in old Morwenna’s shrine")

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