Classic Poem

Before the time of grapes,
While they altered in the sun,
And out of the time of grapes,
When vintage songs were done, —

From secret southern spot,
Whose warmth not a mortal knew;
From shades which the sun forgot,
Or could not struggle through, —

Wine sweeter than first wine,
She gave him by drop, by drop;
Wine stronger than seal could sign,
She poured and did not stop.

Soul of my soul, the shapes
Of the things of earth are one;
Rememberest thou the grapes
I brought thee in the sun?

And darest thou still drink
Wine stronger than seal can sign?
And smilest thou to think
Eternal vintage thine?