Thursday, February 24, 2011

Like Red Wine Pours the Day Across the Night

by Paul Elmer More

O Love, the sun mounts up
Behind the eastern hills,
And from his golden cup
Like red wine pours the day across the night.
O joy! and O delight!
And all the feathered quire,
Drunk with the gladness, fills
The world with music breathing sweet desire.
O Love, the sun mounts up
Behind the eastern hills;
And from his golden cup
I drink a wine that fills
My heart with madness like an eager fire.
Open the window, Love,
Behold I climb above,
And in thy white arms smother this desire.

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