Calcutta nr. 2
From ruby wine our nature became ruby-coloured
Out goblet comes away from our hands with lamentation
From the quantity that we drink on the top of other draughts
We find ourself is steeped in wine & our heads are full of it.
Wine's ruby's the jewel become of this soul of mine;
No breath but with grief the goblet I resign:
For the oceans of wine on the top of wine I 've drunk,
A-top o' me 's wine and I on the top of wine.