The chrysolites and rubies Bacchus brings <br />To crown the feast where swells the broad-vein'd brow, <br />Where maidens blush at what the minstrel sings, <br />They who have coveted may covet now. <br /> <br />Bring me, in cool alcove, the grape uncrush'd, <br />The peach of pulpy cheek and down mature, <br />Where every voice (but bird's or child's) is hush'd, <br />And every thought, like the brook nigh, runs pure.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chrysolites-and-rubies-bacchus-brings/
