The Visit of the Gods

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834)

1817

Never, believe me,Appear the Immortals,Never alone:Scarce had I welcom'd the Sorrow-beguiler,lacchus! but in came Boy Cupid, the Smiler;Lo! Phœbus, the Glorious, descends from his Throne!They advance, they float in, the Olympians all!With Divinities fills myTerrestrial Hall!

How shall I yield youDue entertainment,Celestial Quire?Me rather, bright guests! with your wings of upbuoyanceBear aloft to your homes, to your banquets of joyance,That the roofs of Olympus may echo my lyre!Hah! we mount! on their pinions they waft up my Soul!O give me the Nectar!O fill me the Bowl!

Give him the Nectar!Pour out for the Poet!Hebe! pour free!Quicken his eyes with celestial dew,That Styx the destested no more he may view,And like one of us Gods may conceit him to be!Thanks, Hebe! 1 quaff it! Io Pæan, I cry!The Wine of the ImmortalsForbids me to die!