All night-time make me stray;
For, oh! 'tis Love's sweet drunkenness
That maketh me its prey,
Which night and day, and day and night,
My heart must needs obey,—
A heart that, in its drunkenness,
Pours forth full many a lay,
So that no trifling drunkenness
Can dare assert its sway.
Love, song, and wine's sweet drunkenness,
By night-time and by day,—
How god-like is the drunkenness
That maketh me its prey!
1815. ——- X. MATHAL NAME.
BOOK OF PARABLES.
FROM heaven there fell upon the foaming wave