OLD days are gone: Lo! I go to find better; Bright suns once shone. Shall they never shine again? Here's a queer inn for to-night, but the next one I will contrive shall be freed from what's vext one In this, and to-morrow, for all that's perplext one, I shall arise with a head free of pain. Here's luck, old friends, Though to-night's proved the finish And this tap now ends. Shall we never brew again? Aye, by my faith and the faith I have in you, You who have kist and have laughed at the sin. You Witch that I gambled and squandered to win, you Too shall come in with me out of the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAVEN; A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WAYS OF TIME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE PILLAR OF FAME by ROBERT HERRICK THE EVE OF ST. AGNES by JOHN KEATS A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |