Ah, liberty! how like thou art To this large bottle lying here, Which yesterday from foreign mart, Came filled with potent English beer! A touch of steel—a hand—a gush— A pop that sounded far and near— A wild emotion—liquid rush— And I had drunk that English beer! And what remains?—An empty shell! A lifeless form both sad and queer, A temple where no god doth dwell— The simple memory of beer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 15. AL-GHAFFAR by EDWIN ARNOLD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. HOME by EDWARD CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE GOLDEN WEDDING by EDWARD CARPENTER |