The Vine
Read 'The Vine' by 'James Thomson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
THE wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long:
Sits long and arises drunken,
But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own heart,
That great, rich Vine.
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