At home, of beer thou drink'st thy fill,
I may not come to thee and swill,
Boreäna,
I hear the rolling of the mill,
Boreäna.
TENNYSON'S The Palace of Art, commences thus:—
I BUILT my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell,
I said, "O soul, make merry and carouse,