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 We can laugh out loud when merry, We can romp at kiss-in-the-ring, We can take our beer at a public, We can loll on the grass and sing

Would you grieve very much, my darling, If all yon low wet shore Were drowned by a mighty flood-tide, And we never toiled there more?

Wicked?—there is no sin, dear, In an idle dreamer's head; He turns the world topsy-turvy To prove that his soul's not dead.

I am sinking, sinking, sinking; It is hard to sit upright! Your lap is the softest pillow! Good night, my Love, good night!

How your eyes dazzle down into my soul! I drink and drink of their deep violet wine, And ever thirst the more, although my whole Dazed being whirls in drunkenness divine.