Montepulciano Wine

Hearken, all earth!
We, Bacchus, in the might of our great mirth,
To all who reverence us, and are right thinkers; —
Hear, all ye drinkers!
Give ear, and give faith, to our edict divine, —
Moltepulciano's the King of all Wine!

At these glad sounds,
The Nymphs, in giddy rounds,
Shaking their ivy diadems and grapes,
Echoed the triumph in a thousand shapes.
The Satyrs would have joined them; but alas!
They could n't; for they lay about the grass,
As drunk as apes.