Now Neptune'S Month Our Sky Deforms, The Angry Night-Cloud Teems With Storms; And Savage Winds, Infuriate Driven, Fly Howling In The Face Of Heaven! Now, Now, My Friends, The Gathering Gloom With Roseate Rays Of Wine Illume: And While Our Wreaths Of Parsley Spread Their Fadeless Foliage Round Our Head, Let'S Hymn The Almighty Power Of Wine, And Shed Libations On His Shrine!