Author Frances Sargent Osgood AMARANTH . Fling, fling the wreath of Bacchus down! For they who wear its vine-leaves here, Forego the glorious amaranth-crown Of angels in a holier sphere. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments