King Death was a rare old fellow! He sat where no sun could shine; And he lifted his hand so yellow, And poured out his coal black wine. @3Hurrah for the coal-black wine@1! There came to him many a Maiden, Whose eyes had forgot to shine; And widows, with grief o'er-laden, For a draught of his sleepy wine. @3Hurrah for the coal-black wine@1! The Scholar left all his learning; The Poet his fancied woes; And the Beauty, her bloom returning As the beads of the black wine rose. @3Hurrah for the coal-black wine@1! All came to the royal old fellow, Who laughed till his eyes dropped brine, As he gave them his hand so yellow, And pledged them in Death's black wine. @3Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah for the coal-black wine@1! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 11 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HERO TO LEANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER QUATORZAINS: 10. TO POESY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |