Nay let us walk from fire unto fire,
From passionate pain to deadlier delight.
I am too young to live without desire –
Too young art though to waste this summer night.
Oscar Wilde.

They bathed in the fire-flooded mountains
Life girdled them round and about
They slept in the clefts of the mountains,
The stars called them forth with a shout
‘The Free’
A.E. – Willam George Russell


Intensest heavens between close-lying faces
By the lamp’s airless fierce ecstatic fire
And we’ve found love in little hidden places,
Under great shades, between the mist and mire.
‘Town & Country’
Rupert Brooke

…because they have loved for love only,
and have searched through the shadows of things
for the Heart of all hearts,
through the fire of love,and the wine of love,
and the wings.
‘The wings of love’
James Cousins


How many times do I love again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unraveling from the tumbling main
And threading the ye of a yellow star –
So many times do I love again.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Where’er I roam, whatever realms I see,
My heart, untraveled, fondly turns to thee…
…bless’d be that spot, where cheerful guests retire,
To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;
Bless’d that abode, where want and pain repair,
And every stranger find a ready chair
The Traveller’
Oliver Goldsmith


This golden breath was a madness
To set a poet on fire.
And this was a cure for sadness,
And that the ease of desire
The dream of Children
A.E. – Willam George Russell

Dark the eyes that linger long –
Dream fed heart, awake, come in,
Warm the hearth and gay the song
Love with tender words would win.
Fades the eve in dreamy fire,
But the heart of night is lit;
Ancient beauty, old desire,
By the cabin doorway flirt.
Twilight by the cabin
A.E. – Willam George Russell

I have dreamed in my life,
dreams that have stayed with me ever after and changed my ideas.
They have gone through and through me, like wine through water,
And altered the colour of my mind.
Wuthering Heights
Emily Brontë


I like on the table,
When we’ve been speaking,
The light of a bottle
Of intelligent wine
‘Ode to wine’
Pablo Neruda

But you are more than love
The fiery kiss,
The heart of fire,
More than the wine of life
‘Ode to wine’
Pablo Neruda


You came into my life
– and gave me your time
You drank my sorrow
– and gave me your wine.
‘You drank my sorrow’
Goretti Cass

They are not long
The days
Of wine and roses.
‘They are not long’
Ernest Dowson


Wine dreaming moments
Neon spinning
Light in the wind
Love beginning.
‘One moment in New York’
Patrice Bleyney

Pour wine and dance
If manhood still have pride
Bring roses if the rose be
Yet in bloom
‘The Mountain Tomb’
W.B. Yeats

Felt a warm splendour grow
In the April day,
Like wine that blushes water through
‘Mary and Gabriel‘
Rupert Brooke


Come fill the cup
And in the fire of spring,
Your winter garment of repentance fling.
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khuyyam