THE WINE OF NIGHT
BY LOUIS UNTERMEYER
COME, drink the mystic wine of Night,Brimming with silence and the stars;While earth, bathed in this holy light,Is seen without its scars.Drink in the daring and the dews,The calm winds and the restless gleam—This is the draught that Beauty brews;Drink—it is the Dream....Drink, oh my soul, and do not yield—These solitudes, this wild-rose airShall strengthen thee, shall be thy shieldAgainst the world’s despair.Oh, quaff this stirrup-cup of starsTrembling with hope and high desire—Then back into the hopeless warsWith faith and fire!
COME, drink the mystic wine of Night,Brimming with silence and the stars;While earth, bathed in this holy light,Is seen without its scars.Drink in the daring and the dews,The calm winds and the restless gleam—This is the draught that Beauty brews;Drink—it is the Dream....Drink, oh my soul, and do not yield—These solitudes, this wild-rose airShall strengthen thee, shall be thy shieldAgainst the world’s despair.Oh, quaff this stirrup-cup of starsTrembling with hope and high desire—Then back into the hopeless warsWith faith and fire!
COME, drink the mystic wine of Night,Brimming with silence and the stars;While earth, bathed in this holy light,Is seen without its scars.Drink in the daring and the dews,The calm winds and the restless gleam—This is the draught that Beauty brews;Drink—it is the Dream....
COME, drink the mystic wine of Night,
Brimming with silence and the stars;
While earth, bathed in this holy light,
Is seen without its scars.
Drink in the daring and the dews,
The calm winds and the restless gleam—
This is the draught that Beauty brews;
Drink—it is the Dream....
Drink, oh my soul, and do not yield—These solitudes, this wild-rose airShall strengthen thee, shall be thy shieldAgainst the world’s despair.Oh, quaff this stirrup-cup of starsTrembling with hope and high desire—Then back into the hopeless warsWith faith and fire!
Drink, oh my soul, and do not yield—
These solitudes, this wild-rose air
Shall strengthen thee, shall be thy shield
Against the world’s despair.
Oh, quaff this stirrup-cup of stars
Trembling with hope and high desire—
Then back into the hopeless wars
With faith and fire!