THE Earth with swallowing drunken showers Reels a perpetual round, And with their healths the trees and flowers Again drink up the ground. The Sea, of liquor spewing full, The ambient Air doth sup, And thirsty Phoebus at a pull Quaffs off the Ocean's cup. When stagg'ring to a resting place, His bus'ness being done, The Moon, with her pale platter face, Comes and drinks up the Sun. Since Elements and Planets then Drink an eternal round, 'Tis much more proper sure for men Have better liquor found. Why may not I then, tell me pray, Drink and be drunk as well as they? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANDHILL PEOPLE by CARL SANDBURG SPRING STORM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DE GUSTIBUS' by ROBERT BROWNING THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |