The Nectar of dreamy minds, Op. 30

Before me, an exquisite crystal cup,
Brims and bubbles with the wine of dreamy-eyed host,
And fills with golden citrus-nectar of Olympian minds.
Into it blood-red wine from August Heights drips and drops,
The scarlet and dimly dream from strawberry bushes,
Down to the cup from Celestial mansions rushes;
The passion and power and lust of many a-thorned bushes,
From some distant and unseen garden to the goblet gushes;
And who knows what densely grown grotto or grove,
This did frequent, before here expressed its hate and love.