Drink ye deep, to me.
Yea, and seek ye o’ the Brew ye quaff,
For this do I to beg.
Seek not the wine o’ Summer’s sun,
That hid ’mid purpled vine,
And showeth there amid the Brew
Thou suppest as the Wine.
Seek not the drops o’ pool,
Awarmed aneath the sun,
And idly lapping at the brink