John Jay Chapman

Song After Ronsard

("Fais rafraîchir mon vin") SINK the wine within the spring, And cool it deep and long: Send Jeanne to me, and let her bring Her lute, to chant a song. Three shall dance and one shall sing, Call Barbe, that in the whirl Her heavy tresses she may fling Like a mad Tuscan girl. See! the sun has dipped his head, We may not live till morning; Fill my cup, boy, till the bead Run over with no warning. Curse the dolt that slaves to get, Curse doctor and divine; My wits were never sober yet Till they were washed with wine!