Classic Poem

The goblet's sweet compulsion moves
The softened mind to melting loves.
The home of Venus warms the soul,
Mingling in Bacchus' gifted bowl;
And buoyant lifts in lightest air
The soaring thoughts of human care.
Who sips the grape, with single blow
Lays the city's rampire low;
Flusht with the vision of his mind
He acts the monarch o'er mankind.
His brightening roofs now gleam on high,
All burnisht gold and ivory;
Corn-freighted ships from Ægypt's shore
Waft to his feet the golden ore.
Thus, while the frenzying draught he sips,
His heart is bounding to his lips.