GOOD Master, you and I were born In "Teacup days" of hoop and hood, And when the silver cue hung down, And toasts were drunk, and wine was good; When kin of mine (a jolly brood) From sideboards looked, and knew full well What courage they had given the beau, How generous made the blushing belle. Ah me! what gossip could I prate Of days when doors were locked at dinners! Believe me, I have kissed the lips Of many pretty saints -- or sinners. Lip service have I done, alack! I don't repent, but come what may, What ready lips, sir, I have kissed, BE sure at least I shall not say. Two honest gentlemen are we, -- I Demi John, whole George are you; When Nature grew us one in years She meant to make a generous brew. She bade me store for festal hours The sun our south-side vineyard knew; To sterner tasks she set your life, As statesman, writer, scholar, grew. Years eighty-six have come and gone; At last we meet. Your health to-night. Take from this board of friendly hearts The memory of a proud delight. The days that went have made you wise, There's wisdom in my rare bouquet. I'm rather paler than I was; And, on my soul, you're growing gray. I like to think, when Toper Time Has drained the last of me and you, Some here shall say, They both were good, -- The wine we drank, the man we knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HIPPOPOTAMUS by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT SONNET: THE LORELEI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE MARRIAGE OF A BEAUTEOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN WITH AN ANCIENT MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT APPEARANCES by ROBERT BROWNING BLASTING ROCKS IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SONG OF THE COLONISTS DEPARTING FOR NEW ZEALAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL |