SUNDAY UP THE RIVER - Francis Thompson Poems


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Give a man a horse he can ride,
    Give a man a boat he can sail;
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,
    On sea nor shore shall fail.

Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
    Give a man a book he can read;
And his home is bright with a calm delight,
    Though the room be poor indeed.

Give a man a girl he can love,
    As I, O my Love, love thee;
And his heart is great with the pulse of Fate,
    At home, on land, on sea.

The wine of Love is music,
    And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
    Love sits long:

Sits long and ariseth drunken,
    But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own heart,
    That great rich Vine.