George Santayana

(16 December 1863 - 26 September 1952 / Madrid)

A Toast - Poem by George Santayana

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See this bowl of purple wine,
Life-blood of the lusty vine!
All the warmth of summer suns
In the vintage liquid runs,
All the glow of winter nights
Plays about its jewel lights,
Thoughts of time when love was young
Lurk its ruby drops among,
And its deepest depths are dyed
With delight of friendship tried.
Worthy offering, I ween,
For a god or for a queen,
Is the draught I pour to thee,--
Comfort of all misery,
Single friend of the forlorn,
Haven of all beings born,
Hope when trouble wakes at night,
And when naught delights, delight.
Holy Death, I drink to thee;
Do not part my friends and me.
Take this gift, which for a night
Puts dull leaden care to flight,
Thou who takest grief away
For a night and for a day.


Comments about A Toast by George Santayana

  • Rookie - 371 Points Stephen W (6/14/2014 12:33:00 PM)

    Prefer a drop of brandy, myself: -) Still, a fine effort, life is hard and then you get drunk. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 640 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (6/14/2014 3:10:00 AM)

    Spot on! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie alex waters (2/23/2009 4:31:00 AM)

    this was rather nice, i must say,10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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