World-old, forever cellared secretly.
A wine of Xeres or of Syracuse?
A fierce Falernian?—Ah! no vile Sabine!—
A stol'n ambrosia of what olden god?
Whose bubbled rubies maiden feet did bruise
From crusted vats of vintage rich, I ween,
Vivacious purple of some Samian sod.
Oh, for the cold conclusion of one draught!
Elysian ecstacy of classic earth!—
Where heroes warred with gods and where gods laughed