That none shall slake though the stream assuage,
Of wine the very counterpart,
Out of the side of Hungry Heart.
And mixed with the toast, a violin,
Mellow and merry above the din,
Held shoulder high ’neath a woman’s chin.
XIII
Hungry Heart, come, make haste, make haste,
Out of the house of hopes laid waste,
Out of the town of teeth laid bare