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Poem by Bryan Waller Procter


King Death


     King Death was a rare old fellow, 
             He sat where no sun could shine,
     And he lifted his hand so yellow, 
             And poured out his coal-black wine.
                         Hurrah for the coal-black wine!

     There came to him many a maiden 
             Whose eyes had forgot to shine,
     And widows with grief oerladen, 
             For a draught of his coal-black wine.
                         Hurrah for the coal-black wine!

     The scholar left all his learning,
             The poet his fancied woes, 
     And the beauty her bloom returning,
             Like life to the fading rose.
                         Hurrah for the coal-black wine! 

     All came to the rare old fellow,
             Who laughed till his eyes dropped brine, 
     And he gave them his hand so yellow,
             And pledged them in Deaths black wine.
                         Hurrah for the coal-black wine!



Bryan Waller Procter


Bryan Waller Procter's other poems:
  1. Is My Lover On The Sea
  2. A Petition To Time
  3. The Watch
  4. Golden-Tressed Adelaide
  5. The Hunters Song


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