JUST let the Owl of Evil howl!
To mourners of each rank and station,
I cry, Come troll the Golden Bowl,
And quaff with me one deep potation!
Each sparkling droplet to the soul
Will yield o'er care a bright ovation;
Then seize and troll the Golden Bowl,
That beams—in my imagination!
1886.
Joseph Skipsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-so/
