Monday, March 22nd, 2010...1:16 pm
A Verse from Virgil
Louisa Hargrave sent me this wonderful verse to me after seeing pictures of my daughters, stirring and stamping the Pinot Noir.
Great father Bacchus to my song repair;
For clustering grapes are thy peculiar care:
For thee large bunches lade the bending vine;
And the last blessings of the year are thine.
To thee his joys the jolly autumn owes,
When the fermenting juice the vat o’re flows.
Come strip with me, my God, come drench all o’re
Thy limbs in must of wine, and drink at ev’ry pore.