MAGIAN WINE

AMULETS gemmed, to Miriam dear,
Adown in liquid mirage gleam;
Solomon’s Syrian charms appear,
Opal and ring supreme.
The rays that light this Magian Wine
Thrill up from semblances divine.

 

And, seething through the rapturous wave,
What low Elysian anthems rise:
Sibylline inklings blending rave,
Then lap the verge with sighs.
Delirious here the oracles swim
Ambiguous in the beading hymn.