A Lullaby for Bottles

Here we lie in stony quiet,
Far below the lamplit halls,
Troubled not by human riot,
Safe within our weeping walls.

Sleep my brethren, dream and sleep,
Row on row and line by line;
May your dreams be dark and deep,
You who guard the living wine.

Here is comfort, here is nectar.
Here is comradeship compressed.
Here lie we, the vine’s protector,
While the fruit of ages rest.

Sleep my brethren, dream and sleep,
Row on row and line by line;
You have promises to keep,
You who guard the living wine.