Through roseate space I’m gliding
When I am drinking wine;
My spirit ’neath the guiding
Of Bacchus, the divine.
I crown my head with flowers
When I am drinking wine,
And say: “Almighty powers,
A quiet life be mine!”
The air with sweets perfuming,
When I am drinking wine,
I sit with damsel blooming
Beneath a spreading vine.
No thought am I concealing
When I am drinking wine;
My bosom’s all revealing,
I sit beneath the vine.
My tongue I watch not over
When I am drinking wine;
My heart I all discover,
And naught within confine.
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London:
Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
Edition limited to Thirty Copies.