Made of Something.
Made of Something! ere we part,
Tell me, truly, what thou art!
For, it needs must be confessed,
There is mystery at best
Lurking in thine amber glow—
Λαγερ μου σάς ἀγαπῶ!
Tell me, doth the glucose shine
In this chalky foam of thine?
Is it malt of barley true,