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.
The Vine
James Thomson
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Poem topics: heart, music, song, great, long, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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