Ha, ha, gods and kings; fill high, one and all; <br />Drink, drink! shout and drink! mad respond to <br />the call! <br />Fill fast, and fill full; 'gainst the goblet ne'er <br />sin; <br />Quaff there, at high tide, to the uttermost <br />rim:-- <br />Flood-tide, and soul-tide to the brim! <br /> <br />Who with wine in him fears? who thinks of his <br />cares? <br />Who sighs to be wise, when wine in him flares? <br />Water sinks down below, in currents full slow; <br />But wine mounts on high with its genial glow:-- <br />Welling up, till the brain overflow! <br /> <br />As the spheres, with a roll, some fiery of soul, <br />Others golden, with music, revolve round the <br />pole; <br />So let our cups, radiant with many hued wines, <br />Round and round in groups circle, our Zodiac's <br />Signs:-- <br />Round reeling, and ringing their chimes! <br /> <br />Then drink, gods and kings; wine merriment <br />brings; <br />It bounds through the veins; there, jubilant <br />sings. <br />Let it ebb, then, and flow; wine never grows <br />dim; <br />Drain down that bright tide at the foam beaded <br />rim:-- <br />Fill up, every cup, to the brim!<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invocation-18/
