Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
The Belfry of Bruges and Other PoemsSongs. Drinking Song
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From the pitcher, placed between us,
How the waters laugh and glisten
In the head of old Silenus!
Led by his inebriate Satyrs;
On his breast his head is sunken,
Vacantly he leers and chatters.
Ivy crowns that brow supernal
As the forehead of Apollo,
And possessing youth eternal.
Bearing cymbals, flutes, and thyrses,
Wild from Naxian groves, or Zante’s
Vineyards, sing delirious verses.
Bloodless victories, and the farmer
Bore, as trophies and oblations,
Vines for banners, ploughs for armor.
Much this mystic throng expresses:
Bacchus was the type of vigor,
And Silenus of excesses.
Of a faith long since forsaken;
Now the Satyrs, changed to devils,
Frighten mortals wine-o’ertaken.
Point the rods of fortune-tellers;
Youth perpetual dwells in fountains,—
Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars.
And huge tankards filled with Rhenish,
From that fiery blood of dragons
Never would his own replenish.
Bacchus in the Tuscan valleys,
Never drank the wine he vaunted
In his dithyrambic sallies.
Wreathed about with classic fables;
Ne’er Falernian threw a richer
Light upon Lucullus’ tables.
As it passes thus between us,
How its wavelets laugh and glisten
In the head of old Silenus!