Had you dipped it deep in the cup instead.
Pale-lipped lovers that taste the lees,
Dull, undrinkable, stale and flat,
How the good crust had sweetened these—
Pity you never thought of that!
This City Wind
This city wind with puny strength to crawl
The town’s wet streets, and furtively to tease
Loose doors and windows, making sport of these,
Comes bruised from battered jetty and sea-wall;