Wreath the bowl <br />With flowers of soul, <br />The brightest Wit can find us, <br />We'll take a flight <br />Towards heaven to-night, <br />And leave dull earth behind us. <br />Should Love amid <br />The wreaths be hid <br />That Joy, the enchanter, brings us, <br />No danger fear, <br />While wine is near -- <br />We'll drown him if he stings us. <br />Then, wreath the bowl <br />With flowers of soul, <br />The brightest Wit can find us. <br />We'll take a flight <br />Towards heaven to-night, <br />And leave dull earth behind us. <br /> <br />'Twas nectar fed <br />Of old, 'tis said, <br />Their Junos, Joves, Apollos, <br />And man may brew <br />His nectar too, <br />The rich receipt's as follows: <br />Take wine like this, <br />Let looks of bliss <br />Around it well be blended, <br />Then bring Wit's beam <br />To warm the stream, <br />And there's your nectar, splendid! <br />So, wreath the bowl, <br />With flowers of soul, <br />The brightest Wit can find us, <br />We'll take a flight <br />Towards heaven to-night, <br />And leave dull earth behind us. <br /> <br />Say, why did Time <br />His glass sublime <br />Fill up with sands unsightly, <br />When wine, he knew, <br />Runs brisker through, <br />And sparkles far more brightly? <br />Oh, lend it us, <br />And, smiling thus, <br />The glass in two we'll sever, <br />Make pleasure glide <br />In double tide, <br />And fill both ends for ever! <br />Then, wreath the bowl <br />With flowers of soul <br />The brightest Wit can find us; <br />We'll take a flight <br />Towards heaven to-night, <br />And leave dull earth behind us.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wreath-the-bowl/
