Lines in Pleasant Places | ||
[When June's hot sun pours down in fervid beams]
When June's hot sun pours down in fervid beamsIn striking beams, that knock a mortal down,
Or make the perspiration flow in streams,
In regal streams, descending from the crown,—
My mind recalls a fat and jovial one,
A jovial one that I did call my friend,
Who melted on a time, 'neath such a sun,
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I saw him for a moment stand alone—
Stand all alone beneath a hat of straw;
A moment more and on the sidewalk stone,
That reeking stone, my wondering visuals saw
A heap of clothes, suspenders, hat, and boots,
An empty wicker-flask, and twenty choice cheroots.
Lines in Pleasant Places | ||