---

Ella Wheeler Wilcox - A Glass Of Wine
Work rating: Low

"What`s in a glass of wine?"
There, set the glass where I can look within.
Now listen to me, friend, while I begin
And tell you what I see—
What I behold with my far-reaching eyes,
And what I know to be
Below the laughing bubbles that arise
Within this glass of wine.
There is a little spirit, night and day,
That cries one word, for ever and alway:
That single word is "More!"
And whoso drinks a glass of wine, drinks him:
You fill the goblet full unto the brim,
And strive to silence him.


Glass after glass you drain to quench his thirst,
Each glass contains a spirit like the first;
And all their voices cry
Until they shriek and clamor, howl and rave,
And shout "More!" noisily,
Till welcome death prepares the drunkard`s grave,
And stills the imps that rave.


That see I in the wine:
And tears so many that I cannot guess;
And all these drops are labelled with "Distress."
I know you cannot see.
And at the bottom are the dregs of shame:
Oh! it is plain to me.
And there are woes too terrible to name:
Now drink your glass of wine.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.