The Vision
(Anacreon)
dreamed 1648 by Robert Herrick
Me thought I saw (as I did dream in bed)
A crawling vine about Anacreon's head: Flusht was his face; his hairs with oil did shine; And as he spake, his mouth ran o'er with wine. Tippled he was; and tippling lispt withal; And lisping reeled, and reeling like to fall. A young enchantress close by him did stand Tapping his plump thighs with a myrtle wand: She smil'd; he kist; and kissing, cull'd her too; And being cup-shot, more he could not do. For which (me thought) in pretty anger she Snatcht off his crown, and gave the wreath to me: Since when (me thinks) my brains about do swim, And I am wild and wanton like to him. |
Not bad for one sonnet--or dream. In a time when dreams were crimes.
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