THE VISION OF SIN. I HAD a vision when the night was late : He rode a horse with wings that would have flown, By heaps of gourds, and skins of wine, and piles of grapes. Then methought I heard a mellow sound, Woven in circles: they that heard it sighed, Till thronging in and in, to where they waited, As 't were a hundred-throated nightingale, The strong tempestuous treble throbbed and palpitated: Ran into its giddiest whirl of sound, Caught the sparkles, and in circles, Purple gauzes, golden hazes, liquid mazes, Flung the torrent rainbow round; Then they started from their places, Caught each other with wild grimaces, Hair, and eyes, and limbs, and faces, Till, killed with some luxurious agony The nerve-dissolving melody Fluttered headlong from the sky. And then I looked up toward a mountain-tract, Came floating on for many a month and year, "Wrinkled ostler, grim and thin! Here is custom come your way; Stuff his ribs with mouldy hay. "Bitter oarmaid, waning fast! "Slip-shod waiter, lank and sour, At The Dragon on the heath! Let us have a quiet hour, Let us hob-and-nob with Death. "I am old, but let me drink; Bring me spices, bring me wine; I remember, when I think, That my youth was half divine. "Wine is good for shrivelled lips, When a blanket wraps the day, When the rotten woodland drips, "Sit thee down, and have no shame, Cheek by jowl, and knee by knee: What care I for any name? What for order or degree? "Let me screw thee up a peg: Let me loose thy tongue with wine: Callest thou that thing a leg? Which is thinnest? thine or mine? "Thou shalt not be saved by works : "Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every minute dies a man, Every minute one is born. "We are men of ruined blood; Therefore comes it we are wise. Fish are we that love the mud, "Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools, Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools. |