Classic Poem

Slender one, white one,
You seem to marvel
With troubled brows
That I can waver
Even for a moment
In a curious choice
Between you and the wine-cup.

Listen, little one,
Listen, white one,
While I speak truth
To those small hidden
Delightful ears of yours:—
You bring a goddess
Down to earth
For tryst with me;
But the wine-cup,
Oh the wine-cup
Elevates me to be one
Of the company of all the gods!