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Champagne, A Neo-Grec Refrain
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Champagne, old Top,
Your jovial pop
Must stop; the Fates decree it.
We know the worst.
From July first
All thirst is cursed; so be it.
Yet shall no tear-drop trickle in the glass?
Nor mournful requiem voice one fond alas?
Hark from the tombs
A doleful cry!
Sahara looms.
We’re going dry.


From Vanity Fair (July 1919).
Author and copyright unknown.

 




Post New Comment:
barbsteff:
Well, time to write poems about champagne, you bubbly drinkers!
Posted 10/20/2019 03:54 PM
KevinArnold:
Great find?thanks. Restraint might be in order but We?re going dry.
Posted 10/20/2019 09:36 AM
cork:
One could get high on the rhymes alone.
Posted 10/20/2019 09:19 AM


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