In Praise of Wine: A Heroic Poem
more Hilaire Belloc
In Praise of Wine: A Heroic Poem (abridged)
Upon God, The Wine Giver
Excellence of Burgundy Wine
Belloc (1870-1953), British poet
jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,
open the door to
us, let us come in.
of stout fellows who think it no sin
toast till they're hoarse, and drink till they spin,
your old jokes,
and your bottle to drain.
warmth in the belly that
as his guts with its humor he wets,
miser his gold, and the student his debts,
rags and his hunger forgets.
For there's never a wine
this tipple of thine
From the great hill of Nuits to the River of Rhine.
Outside you may hear the great gusts as they go
Foy, by Duerne, and the hills of Lerraulx,
But the rain he may
rain, and the wind he may blow,
Devil's above there's good
So it abound,
Pass it around,
Burgundy all the year round.
from Verses (1916)