{"id":3614,"date":"2010-05-01T23:50:48","date_gmt":"2010-05-02T03:50:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/?p=3614"},"modified":"2010-05-02T00:04:06","modified_gmt":"2010-05-02T04:04:06","slug":"for-la-bealtaine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/2010\/05\/01\/for-la-bealtaine\/","title":{"rendered":"For L\u00e1 Bealtaine"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"After<\/a><\/p>\n

\n

A Toast<\/h3>\n

See this bowl of purple wine,
\nLife-blood of the lusty vine!
\nAll the warmth of summer suns
\nIn the vintage liquid runs,
\nAll the glow of winter nights
\nPlays about its jewel lights,
\nThoughts of time when love was young
\nLurk its ruby drops among,
\nAnd its deepest depths are dyed
\nWith delight of friendship tried.
\nWorthy offering, I ween,
\nFor a god or for a queen,
\nIs the draught I pour to thee,–
\nComfort of all misery,
\nSingle friend of the forlorn,
\nHaven of all beings born,
\nHope when trouble wakes at night,
\nAnd when naught delights, delight.
\nHoly Death, I drink to thee;
\nDo not part my friends and me.
\nTake this gift, which for a night
\nPuts dull leaden care to flight,
\nThou who takest grief away
\nFor a night and for a day.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

—George Santayana<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A Toast See this bowl of purple wine, Life-blood of the lusty vine! All the warmth of summer suns In the vintage liquid runs, All the glow of winter nights Plays about its jewel lights, Thoughts of time when love was young Lurk its ruby drops among, And its deepest depths are dyed With delight of friendship tried. Worthy offering,… Read more →<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[16],"tags":[96,438,246,100,439,264,427],"class_list":["post-3614","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-one-and-done","tag-booze","tag-death","tag-drinking","tag-poetry","tag-renewal","tag-santayana","tag-symbols","xfolkentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5UQvw-Wi","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3614","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3614"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3614\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3616,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3614\/revisions\/3616"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}