V. WHO bade @3thee@1 drink? thy day is done— I warrant many a lusty draught Thou in thy time, old thirsty-one, Right merrily hast quaffed! What was thy beverage?—metheglin— Canary—or good sherris-sack?— Thou jolly toper, I begin Almost to wish thee back! The dust is dry—and thou hast lain Smothered in dust so long, so dryly, I marvel not thy bowl-for-brain Sucked up my wine so slily. When I am gone, no friend for me May do the like—but let that pass, While I have wine I'll share with thee— Come, here's the other glass! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANDHILL PEOPLE by CARL SANDBURG THE POET AND HIS SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ODE (MUSIC-MAKERS) by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE HYMNARY: 403. MARTYRS by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR TO A SPIRIT (2) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ELEGY ON A LADY, WHOM GRIEF FOR THE DEATH OF HER BETHROTHED KILLED by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |