DRUNKARDS' FOLD                 

DRUNKARDS' FOLD

 

O for the day

That I be the dust of his way

That I give up life for him

That his true lover I stay

 

O for the day

That a cup soul- stirring

I get from his kind hand

And, forgetting both worlds

Be chained to his hair's strand

 

O for the day

That my head be at his feet

Kissing till life's time is up

And I be, till doomsday

Drunken from his cup

 

O for the day

That I burn like a lover

Always for him and gaze

At his sweet face

In drunkard's daze

 

O for the day

That I be fully drunk

In drunkard's fold

And come to know all

Its secrets untold

 

O for the day

That I have at bed's end

My Joseph's merriment

And if not, like Jacob

Be enamored of his scent

 




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