From “Thrasymedes and Eunoë” <br /> <br />WHO will away to Athens with me? who <br />Loves choral songs and maidens crown’d with flowers, <br />Unenvious? mount the pinnace; hoist the sail. <br />I promise ye, as many as are here, <br />Ye shall not, while ye tarry with me, taste <br />From unrins’d barrel the diluted wine <br />Of a low vineyard or a plant ill prun’d, <br />But such as anciently the Ægean isles <br />Pour’d in libation at their solemn feasts: <br />And the same goblets shall ye grasp, emboss’d <br />With no vile figures of loose languid boors, <br />But such as gods have liv’d with and have led.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/overture-5/
