by Edgar Allan Poe
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Fill with mingled cream and amber
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain –
Quaintest thoughts – queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
“Lines on Ale,” one of many poems by Edgar Allan Poe, was first published in 1848.