The wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long:

Sits long and arises drunken,
But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own heart,
That great, rich Vine.

(C) James Thomson
01/01/2000


Best Poems of James Thomson

• Virtue And Vice
• Philosophy
• Summer
• Lavinia
• When Last We Parted
• Mists In Autumn
• A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton
• William Blake
• On Beauty
• E.b.b.
• A Hymn
• To Myra
• On May
• An Elegy On Parting
• Hymn On Solitude
• The Four Seasons : Spring
• Night
• A Chant