JUST let the Owl of Evil howl; <br /> To mourners of each rank and station, I cry, <br />Come, troll the Golden Bowl! <br /> And quaff me with a deep potation. <br /> <br />Each sparkling droplet to the soul <br /> Will yield o'er Care a bright ovation; <br />Then seize and troll the Golden Bowl! <br /> That beams—in my imagination.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bowl-3/
