AND this reviving Herb whose tender green
Muffles the fair white Sphere o’er which we lean,
Ah, curse it gently, for here Jamie once—
Great Jamie—lay, and fetch’d a bad Thirteen.
XXI
AH, my Belovéd, play the Round that offers
TO-DAY some joy, whate’er To-morrow suffers:
To-morrow!—why, to-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Duffers.
