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Poetry of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Birds of Passage

CATAWBA WINE

This song of mine
    Is a Song of the Vine,
To be sung by the glowing embers
    Of wayside inns,
    When the rain begins
To darken the drear Novembers.

It is not a song
    Of the Scuppernong,
From warm Carolinian valleys,
    Nor the Isabel
    And the Muscadel
That bask in our garden alleys.

Nor the red Mustang,
    Whose clusters hang
O'er the waves of the Colorado,
    And the fiery flood
    Of whose purple blood
Has a dash of Spanish bravado.

For richest and best
    Is the wine of the West,
That grows by the Beautiful River;
    Whose sweet perfume
    Fills all the room
With a benison on the giver.

And as hollow trees
    Are the haunts of bees,
For ever going and coming;
    So this crystal hive
    Is all alive
With a swarming and buzzing and humming.

Very good in its way
    Is the Verzenay,
Or the Sillery soft and creamy;
    But Catawba wine
    Has a taste more divine,
More dulcet, delicious, and dreamy.

There grows no vine
    By the haunted Rhine,
By Danube or Guadalquivir,
    Nor on island or cape,
    That bears such a grape
As grows by the Beautiful River.

Drugged is their juice
    For foreign use,
When shipped o'er the reeling Atlantic,
    To rack our brains
    With the fever pains,
That have driven the Old World frantic.

To the sewers and sinks
    With all such drinks,
And after them tumble the mixer;
    For a poison malign
    Is such Borgia wine,
Or at best but a Devil's Elixir.

While pure as a spring
    Is the wine I sing,
And to praise it, one needs but name it;
    For Catawba wine
    Has need of no sign,
No tavern-bush to proclaim it.

And this Song of the Vine,
    This greeting of mine,
The winds and the birds shall deliver
    To the Queen of the West,
    In her garlands dressed,
On the banks of the Beautiful River.

Caldwell, Erskine

DICTIONARY

com·prise

com·prise [kəm prize]

(past com·prised, past participle com·prised, present participle com·pris·ing, 3rd person present singular com·pris·es)

1. include something: to incorporate or contain something

2. consist of something: to be made up of something

3. constitute something: to make up the whole of something

[15th century. Formed from French compris , the past participle of comprendre “to include,” from Latin comprehendere (see comprehend).]

-com·pris·a·ble, adj

comprise, consist of, include, compose, or constitute?

Comprise and consist of are concerned with a whole having a number of parts. They are used in the active voice, with the whole as their subject and the parts as their object: the house comprises three bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room.The meal consisted of several small dishes that everybody dipped into and shared. If some rather than all the parts are mentioned, include may be used instead: the house includes a kitchen and a living room on the first floor.Compose and constitute are concerned with parts making up a whole. Compose is normally used in the passive and constitute in the active: The team is composed of several experts in the field.The following commodities constitute the average household diet.

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