Ah! How I Would Quaff The Red, Red Wine!

Ah! how would I quaff the red, red wine That brimming in the golden cup Shines in the moon light to-night: My thirst is deep and deep as a cool well That unto earth’s entrails full stretches Such is my thirst: I would a flagon drink And then one after other in full train Would I quaff rapid as in the oasis green When welcome foods and shades arise midst burning sands: Ah! this thirst is nothing to my thirst for love! My heart is torn and the more torn the more Will it need love to requite it and breathe! And in this night I would I would I drink A whole long welcome full river of love And feel it cooling and hiss serpent-like Gurgling stream-like burning my throat.