King Death was a rare old fellow! <br />He sate where no sun could shine; <br />And he lifted his hand so yellow, <br />And poured out his coal-black wine. <br />Hurrah! for the coal-black Wine! <br /> <br />There came to him many a Maiden, <br />Whose eyes had forgot to shine; <br />And Widows, with grief o'erladen, <br />For a draught of his sleepy wine. <br />Hurrah! for the coal-black Wine! <br /> <br />The Scholar left all his learning; <br />The Poet his fancied woes; <br />And the Beauty her bloom returning, <br />Like life to the fading rose. <br />Hurrah! for the coal-black Wine! <br /> <br />All came to the royal old fellow, <br />Who laugh'd till his eyes dropped brine, <br />As he gave them his hand so yellow, <br />And pledged them in Death's black wine. <br />Hurrah! Hurrah! <br />Hurrah! for the coal-black Wine!<br /><br />Barry Cornwall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/king-death/
