When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!

Youth Means Love, Vows Can't Change Nature, Priests Are Only Men.

Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbeloving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past- Oh, Never Call It Loving!

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.