Lines on Ale by Edgar Allan Poe (Pocket Poem)

By Rob Fletcher | Published: July 24, 2017

Lines on Ale

by Edgar Allan Poe

Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again.

Such hilarious visions clamber through the chamber of my brain –

Quaintest thoughts – queerest fancies come to life and fade away;

What care I how time advances: I am drinking ale today.

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