Herewith a great little poem by a great writer.
Lines on Ale
Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain —
Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
-- by Edgar Allen Poe, 1848

1 comment:
It's nice to know Poe is capable of the lighter side of life sometimes. He's still a master of horror writing, mind you. I gave myself many a shudder as a child reading his tales.
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