I just personally discovered an amazing poet named Jessica Powers. This is one of her works:
Not With Wine
'O God of too much giving, whence is this
inebriation that possesses me,
that the staid road now wanders all amiss,
and that the wind walks much too giddily,
clutching a bush for balance, or a tree ?
How then can dignity and pride endure
with such inordinate mirth upon the land,
when steps and speech are somewhat insecure,
and the light heart is wholly out of hand ?
'If there be indecorum in my songs,
fasten the blame where rightly it belongs,
on Him who offered me too many cups,
of His most potent goodness - not on me,
a peasant who, because a King was host,
drank out of courtesy.'
8:57:43 PM 
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