The dew lies heavy all around, <br />Nor, till the sun shines, leaves the ground. <br />Far into night we feasting sit; <br />We drink, and none his place may quit. <br /> <br />The dew lies heavy, and its gems <br />Stud the luxuriant, grassy stems. <br />The happy night with wassail rings; <br />So feasted here the former kings. <br /> <br />The jujube and the willow-tree <br />All fretted with the dew we see. <br />Each guest's a prince of noble line, <br />In whom the virtues all combine. <br /> <br />The _t'ung_ and _e_ their fruits display, <br />Pendant from every graceful spray. <br />My guests are joyous and serene, <br />No haggard eye, no ruffled mien.<br /><br />Confucius<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-appropriate-to-a-festivity/
