God Lyaeus Poem by John Fletcher

God Lyaeus

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GOD Lyaeus, ever young,
Ever honour'd, ever sung,
Stain'd with blood of lusty grapes,
In a thousand lusty shapes
Dance upon the mazer's brim,
In the crimson liquor swim;
From thy plenteous hand divine
Let a river run with wine:
   God of youth, let this day here
   Enter neither care nor fear.

Saturday, January 4, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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John Fletcher

John Fletcher

Rye, Sussex, England
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