Let Us Drink
Alcæus (610BC)
Why wait we for the torches' lights?
Now let us drink, while day invites,
In mighty flagons hither bring
The deep red blood of many a vine,
That we may largely quaff, and sing
The praises of the god of wine,
The son of Jove and Semele,
Who gave the jocund wine to be
A sweet oblivion to our woes.
Fill, fill the goblet, one and two;
Let every brimmer, as it flows,
In sportive chase the last pursue.
