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JOHN KENYON

1784-1856

601                                        Champagne Roséee

LILY on liquid roses floating
   So floats yon foam oer pink champagne:
Fain would I join such pleasant boating,
   And prove that ruby main,
     And float away on wine!
Those seas are dangerous (greybeards swear)
   Whose sea-beach is the goblets brim;
And true it is they drown Old Care
   But what care we for him,
    So we but float on wine?
And true it is they cross in pain
   Who sober cross the Stygian ferry:
But only make our Styx champagne,
   And we shall cross right merry,
     Floating away on wine!

Old Charons self shall make him mellow,
   Then gaily row his boat from shore;
While we and every jovial fellow,
   Hear unconcernd the oar
     That dips itself in wine!

 

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