Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, br Away with old Hock and madeira, br Too earthly ye are for my sport; br There's a beverage brighter and clearer. br Instead of a piriful rummer, br My wine overbrims a whole summer; br My bowl is the sky, br And I drink at my eye, br Till I feel in the brain br A Delphian pain - br Then follow, my Caius! then follow: br On the green of the hill br We will drink our fill br Of golden sunshine, br Till our brains intertwine br With the glory and grace of Apollo! br God of the Meridian, br And of the East and West, br To thee my soul is flown, br And my body is earthward press'd. - br It is an awful mission, br A terrible division; br And leaves a gulph austere br To be fill'd with worldly fear. br Aye, when the soul is fled br To high above our head, br Affrighted do we gaze br After its airy maze, br As doth a mother wild, br When her young infant child br Is in an eagle's claws - br And is not this the cause br Of madness? - God of Song, br Thou bearest me along br Through sights I scarce can bear: br O let me, let me share br With the hot lyre and thee, br The staid Philosophy.