The wine which through the eyes we drink Flows nightly from the moon in torrents, And as a spring-tide overflows The far and distant land,
Desires terrible and sweet Unnumbered drift in floods abounding! The wine which through the eyes we drink Flows nightly from the moon in torrents.
The poet, in ecstasy, Drinks deeply from the holy chalice, To heaven lifts up his entranced Head, and reeling quaffs and drains down The wine which through the eyes we drinkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
