THE Earth with swallowing drunken showers Reels a perpetual round, And with their healths the trees and flowers Again drink up the ground. The Sea, of liquor spewing full, The ambient Air doth sup, And thirsty Phoebus at a pull Quaffs off the Ocean's cup. When stagg'ring to a resting place, His bus'ness being done, The Moon, with her pale platter face, Comes and drinks up the Sun. Since Elements and Planets then Drink an eternal round, 'Tis much more proper sure for men Have better liquor found. Why may not I then, tell me pray, Drink and be drunk as well as they? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT CAROUSAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE by JOHN DONNE THE SPHINX by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD |