They dance around the Dying
Blake:Romantic Poetry


They dance around the dying & they drink the howl & groan;
They catch the shrieks in cups of gold; they hand them to one another.
These are the sports of love & these the sweet delights of amorous play:
Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the Cluster, the last sigh
Of the mild youth who listens to the luring songs of Luvah.

Vala, Night the Ninth, 767-71 (FZ9-137.1; E405)