Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.
Drift: A Sea-shore Idyl : and Other Poems (ed. 1866)
Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.
Drift: A Sea-shore Idyl : and Other Poems (ed. 1866)