And car-drivers hinted of morn,
At the end of the path a liquescent
And bibulous lustre was born;
'Twas made by the bar-keeper present,
Who mixéd a duplicate horn,—
His two hands describing a crescent
Distinct with a duplicate horn.
And I said: 'This looks perfectly regal,
For it's warm, and I know I feel dry,—
I am confident that I feel dry;