Tonight I lay supping on this glass of

The Gods. Ambrosia may dare to rival

That taste which I enjoy to savor in,

Thou art that sensation of mine alone;

Let me hark to that gentle voice of thine

While I sup to you this rare glass of wine,

For wine thou art as precious and dear while

Time itself grows in thy lasting pleasure;

I’ll drink to mine eyes satisfaction all

Night long, thou being my savory drink---

Though I approach this final sup of glass,

I’ll taste thee in my lips forever to las’ ;

And, now is this taste a due of your art,

Nature hath made you splendid for my heart.