Gay Lovingcup! As joyful as the morn, Crowned with a wreath of Rye and Barleycorn And Purple Grapes from France, and in her lap The Hops that put Milwaukee on the map. Poor Lovingcup! How brief was her romance! While her brave brothers fought for her in France. Swift to her doom the hapless maiden went, Drowned in a tank of half of one per cent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS GARDEN DAYS: 7. THE GARDENER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE COMPLAINT OF FANCY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |