They wove the lotus band to deck
And fan with pensile wreath each neck;
And every guest, to shade his head,
Three little fragrant chaplets spread;[1]
And one was of the Egyptian leaf,
The rest were roses, fair and brief:
While from a golden vase profound,
To all on flowery beds around,
A Hebe, of celestial shape,
Poured the rich droppings of the grape!
Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Lxix
Thomas Moore
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Poem topics: head, shade, shape, golden, lotus, celestial, spread, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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