Spirited Upon Your Wings

Spirited upon your wings,

reveries bring boundless things;

with a pinch the sprightly fairy

blithely lures me while unwary,

guiding me with tuneful flute

round your orchards hung with fruit.

Vintages from caverns cool

brim in crystal goblets full -

sooth the spirit's inner strife,

nature's binding blood of life:

sun-soaked clusters bring the south -

rich with pulp indulge the mouth;

crushed in pressings lush and pure,

cast their rosy-woven blur.

Comes the scent of nearby seas -

cornfields yielding to the breeze,

pipes I hear upon the mountains -

soon unlock the Muses' fountains,

then the hush, the moon, and me

make a goodly company,

joined by hoots and trickling brooks

mixed with music, thought and books.

Spicy malts bring woods and farms,

scenes unfold with rustic charms:

minstrels singing homely lays,

shepherds whistling on their ways;

next a tournament with lances,

then to evening country dances -

later gather round the fire,

hush-toned ghost tales 'til we tire.

Glint-eyed creatures cause affright

playing tricks to pass the night,

in enchanted forests lost

gleaming with a midnight frost;

sprites and goblins stray unseen

round the fresh-trimmed bowling green,

after village curfew knells -

local myths the parson quells.

Ursula - soothsayer old -

reads what yet the stars may hold,

from her mossy cave sees most,

tracing heaven's wakeful host.

Spirited upon your wings,

reveries bring boundless things;

guiding me with tuneful flute

round your orchards hung with fruit.