Another tattered rhymster in the ring, With but the old plea to the sneering schools, That on him too, some secret night in spring Came the old frenzy of a hundred fools ...
The angels are singing like birds in a tree In the organ of good St. Cecily: And the parson reads with his hand upon The graven eagle of great St. John: But never the fluted pipes shall go...
Our souls shall be Leviathans In purple seas of wine When drunkenness is dead with death, And drink is all divine; Learning in those immortal vats What mortal vineyards mean;...