Classic Poem

For as, with hanging Head, I have beheld,
A Widow Vine stand in a naked Field;
Unhusbanded, neglected, all forlorn,
Brouz'd on by Deer , by Cattle cropt and torn,
Unprop'd, unsuccoured, by Stake, or Tree,
From wreakful Storms impetuous Tyranny;
When had a willing Hand lent kind Redress,
Her pregnant Bunches might from out the Press,
Have sent a Liquor, both for Taste and Show,
No less Divine, than those of Malago .