What's Drinking? A Mere Pause From Thinking!

Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More Sad, Because It Makes Us Smile.

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

I Have A Passion For The Name Of "mary," For Once It Was A Magic Sound To Me, And Still It Half Calls Up The Realms Of Fairy, Where I Beheld What Never Was To Be.

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

I Have Had, And May Have Still, A Thousand Friends, As They Are Called, In Life, Who Are Like One's Partners In The Waltz Of This World -not Much Remembered When The Ball Is Over.