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WHEN I was young how fair the skies, / Such folly of cloud, such blue depths wise, / Such dews of morn, such calms of eve, / So many the lure and the reprieve -- / Life seemed a toy to break and mend / And make a charm of in the end.
Then slowly all the dew dried up / And only dust lay in the cup; / And since, to slake his thirst, man must, / I sought a cup that had no dust, / And found it at the Goat and Vine -- / Mingled of brandy, beer and wine.