From The Cabinet of Irish Literature, Volume 2, edited by Charles A. Read.
Sweet Chloe
Sweet Chloe advised me, in accents divine,
The joys of the bowl to surrender;
Nor lose, in the turbid
excesses of wine,
Delights more ecstatic and tender;
She bade me no longer in
vineyards to bask,
Or stagger, at orgies, the dupe
of a flask,
For the sigh of a sot's but the
scent of the cask,
And a bubble the bliss of the bottle.
To a soul that's exhausted, or sterile, or dry,
The juice of the grape may be
wanted;
But mine is reviv'd by a love-beaming eye,
And with fancy's gay flow'rets
enchanted.
Oh! who but an owl would a garland entwine
Of Bacchus's ivy--and myrtle resign?
Yield the odours of love, for the vapours of wine,
And
Chloe's kind kiss for a bottle!
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