Arthur Joseph Munby

“ Bright meadows, where the scythe had been
While I lay a-dreaming.
And over all, the hollow hills,
Fill’d with that purple light, which fills
Our hearts too with such regal thrills,
As we lie a-dreaming. ”

“ Silenus! my goblet is brilliant and cool,
⁠My bellying goblet of gold;
Within and without it is storied about
⁠With the gods and the Titans of old:
How the merry light dances and flickers within,
⁠’Ere it melts in a soberer glow. ”