Author Sophie Jewett Tasting the wine of death he found it sweet;Drank deeper draughts and only smiled the more;As if he touched the hand that held the cup,As if he saw the Christ look down on him,Content he whispered, “Lord, I drink to thee.” 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