Reflecting upon a Human Lung in Alcohol

"The poet thought: ah, I have enough trash!     The whores, the theater, and the moon in the city,     The dress-shirts, the streets, and smells,"

"I would like to lie in my bed     In a white shirt,     Wished the beard was gone,     The head combed.     The fingers were clean,     The n"

"Now of course I put on my straw hat.     Rain has washed the evening blue.     How the world glows!    I look up piously,     My hands deep in"

"First Song:     So many years I sought you, Mary -     In gardens, rooms, cities and mountains,     In dumps, whores, in acting schools,"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"