Beside me sighing in the Wilderness—
Wilderness? It’s Desert, Sister, now.
VII
Some for a Sunday without Taint, and Some
Sigh for Inebriate Paradise to come,
While Moonshine takes the Cash (no Credit goes)
And real old Stuff demands a Premium.
A Book of Blue Laws underneath the Bough,
A pot of Tea, a piece of Toast,—and Thou ...