The bird-language rightly spell, Wine that is shed Like the torrents of the sun Up the horizon walls, Or like the Atlantic streams, which run When the South Sea calls. Water and bread, Food which needs no transmuting, Food which teach and reason can. Wine which Music is, Music and wine are one, That I, drinking this, Shall hear far Chaos talk with me; Kings unborn shall walk with me; And the poor grass shall plot and plan What it will do when it is man.' Quickened so, will I unlock Every crypt of every rock. I thank the joyful juice Winds of remembering Of the ancient being blow, And seeming-solid walls of use Pour, Bacchus! the remembering wine; Vine for vine be antidote, And the grape requite the lote! Recut the aged prints, And write my old adventures with the pen Which on the first day drew, Upon the tablets blue, The dancing Pleiads and eternal men. MEROPS WHAT care I, so they stand the same, Thus far to-day your favors reach, Space grants beyond his fated road THE HOUSE THERE is no architect Can build as the Muse can; She is skilful to select Materials for her plan; Slow and warily to choose Worthy her design, She threads dark Alpine forests Or valleys by the sea, In many lands, with painful steps Ere she can find a tree. She ransacks mines and ledges She lays her beams in music, In music every one, To the cadence of the whirling world That so they shall not be displaced SAADI TREES in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, God, who gave to him the lyre, For all breathing men's behoof, Many may come, But one shall sing; Two touch the string, Though there come a million, Wise Saadi dwells alone. Yet Saadi loved the race of men, No churl, immured in cave or den; He wants them all, Nor can dispense With Persia for his audience; They must give ear, Grow red with joy and white with fear; But he has no companion; Come ten, or come a million, Good Saadi dwells alone. Be thou ware where Saadi dwells; |