THE wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long:

Sits long and arises drunken,
But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own heart,
That great, rich Vine.
- 'The Vine' James Thomson

Grey monday back at work. Though I was delighted to find this wee vine crawling up a tree :)