Never, believe me, <br />Appear the Immortals, <br />Never alone: <br />Scarce had I welcomed the Sorrow-beguiler, <br />Iacchus! but in came Boy Cupid the Smiler; <br />Lo! Phoebus the Glorious descends from his throne! <br />They advance, they float in, the Olympians all! <br />With Divinities fills my <br />Terrestrial hall! <br /> <br />How shall I yield you <br />Due entertainment, <br />Celestial quire? <br />Me rather, bright guests! with your wings of upbuoyance <br />Bear aloft to your homes, to your banquets of joyance, <br />That the roofs of Olympus may echo my lyre! <br />Hah! we mount! on their pinions they waft up my soul! <br />O give me the nectar! <br />O fill me the bowl! <br /> <br />Give him the nectar! <br />Pour out for the poet, <br />Hebe! pour free! <br />Quicken his eyes with celestial dew, <br />That Styx the detested no more he may view, <br />And like one of us Gods may conceit him to be! <br />Thanks, Hebe! I quaff it! Io Paean, I cry! <br />The wine of the Immortals <br />Forbids me to die!<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-visit-of-the-gods-imitated-from-schiller/
