Lily on liquid roses floating-
So floats yon foam o’er pink champagne-
Fain would I join such pleasant boating,
And prove that ruby main,
And float away on wine!
Those seas are dangerous, greybeards swear-
Whose sea-beach is the goblet’s brim;
And true it is-they drown old Care,
But what care we for him,
So we but float on wine!
And true it is-they cross in pain,
Who sober cross the Stygian ferry;
But only make our Styx-champagne,
And we shall cross right merry,
Floating away on wine!
Old Charon’s self shall make him mellow,
Then gaily row his boat from shore;
While we, and every jovial fellow,
Hear-unconcerned-the oar,
That dips itself in wine!
(John Kenyon)
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