Poems about drink
But, Were Saved
to him, it would be death
one and one are one
if you remember, and were saved
and now you've littered all the east
till love that was and love too best to be
so soon to be a child no more
i shall but drink the more!
and so i bear it big about
i asked no other thing
some things that fly there be
but, were it two
more hands to hold these are but two
the drums don't follow me with tunes
so short way off it seems
their going is not
I Had Worn It, Every Day,
the dying need but little, dear,
for i had worn it, every day,
if i must tell you, of a horse
so much, that did i meet the queen
is all the rest i knew!
i shall but drink the more!
what if they hear me!
i don't care for pouting skies!
i could not feel the anguish go