_Don Quixote_

On receiving a bottle of Sherry Wine of the same name

What "blushing Hippocrene" is here! what fire Of the "warm South" with magic of old Spain!-- Through which again I seem to view the train Of all Cervantes' dreams, his heart's desire: The melancholy Knight, in gaunt attire Of steel rides by upon the windmill-plain With Sancho Panza by his side again, While, heard afar, a swineherd from a byre Winds a hoarse horn.

And all at once I see The glory of that soul who rode upon Impossible quests,--following a deathless dream Of righted wrongs, that never were to be,-- Like many another champion who has gone Questing a cause that perished like a dream.