THE wine of Love is music, <br /> And the feast of Love is song: <br />And when Love sits down to the banquet, <br /> Love sits long: <br /> <br />Sits long and arises drunken, <br /> But not with the feast and the wine; <br />He reeleth with his own heart, <br /> That great, rich Vine.<br /><br />James Thomson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vine/
