Ode 39: The Transports of Wine
When I drink wine my veins ever with rapture thrill,
Glory and fire of song my breast joy-lightened fill.
When I drink wine care flies borne on the winds that sweep
Over the desolate wastes of the roaring restless deep.
When I drink wine I seem whirled in a flying dream,
Tossed on a perfumed breeze, lulled by a murmuring stream.
When I drink wine my brows I wreathe with chaplets of flowers,
Praises of pleasure I sing, and calm of light laughing hours.
When I drink wine, being bathed with odorous spices, I hold
My fair to my heaving breast, and closely her charms enfold.
When I drink wine from a bowl fulfilled to the rosy brim
To Bacchanals' songs I list; in delight my senses swim.
Let the blessings of life be mine ere it is too late;
Soon must I lie death-chilled, dreamless of love or fate.
Glory and fire of song my breast joy-lightened fill.
When I drink wine care flies borne on the winds that sweep
Over the desolate wastes of the roaring restless deep.
When I drink wine I seem whirled in a flying dream,
Tossed on a perfumed breeze, lulled by a murmuring stream.
When I drink wine my brows I wreathe with chaplets of flowers,
Praises of pleasure I sing, and calm of light laughing hours.
When I drink wine, being bathed with odorous spices, I hold
My fair to my heaving breast, and closely her charms enfold.
When I drink wine from a bowl fulfilled to the rosy brim
To Bacchanals' songs I list; in delight my senses swim.
Let the blessings of life be mine ere it is too late;
Soon must I lie death-chilled, dreamless of love or fate.
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