The Bowl Poem by Joseph Skipsey
The Bowl
JUST let the Owl of Evil howl;
To mourners of each rank and station, I cry,
Come, troll the Golden Bowl!
And quaff me with a deep potation.
Each sparkling droplet to the soul
Will yield o'er Care a bright ovation;
Then seize and troll the Golden Bowl!
That beams—in my imagination.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
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