DITHYRAMB - George Santayana Poems


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Sunbright ale is royal food,
Jarring cups disloyal feud.
    I will cheer my soaking mood
        Till the orchards reel.

Brews good ale is no dispraise
To our green or grizzled days;
    He who sets his cheek in wine
        Vassals not despair.

He who sets his lips in ale
Keeps his legs where many fail,
    Takes his fortunes at their best
        Foul or fickle-fair.

Merry sets his mellow life,
Who, when rusty shocks are rife,
    Whistles off his weary load
        Wearing to each year.

Sours he not with friendship's treason,
Or some sweet love strange in season,
    Ripe in manhood, ripe in heart,
        Whole and sound and clear.