Classic Poem

My heart is rich as a brimming cup
Of gold and of rubies fine,
My heart is rich as a brimming cup
With fiery sparkling wine.

The wine it foams with a lustrous glow,
It shimmers with purple gleam;
The warm drops heave till they overflow,
And down o'er the edge they stream.

For thee the luxuriant clusters bled,
For thee is the goblet filled,
For thy sake the wine so sweet, so red,
In the gold-shining cup is spilled.

So lift the cup in thy hand so white
And drain it with eager smart!
Drink, drink of my seething youth's delight,
The foaming must of my heart!