Eugene Field

Der Mann Im Keller

How cool and fair this cellar where
  My throne a dusky cask is;
To do no thing but just to sing
  And drown the time my task is.
      The cooper he’s
      Resolved to please,
And, answering to my winking,
      He fills me up
      Cup after cup
For drinking, drinking, drinking.
 
      Begrudge me not
      This cosy spot
In which I am reclining—
      Why, who would burst
      With envious thirst,
When he can live by wining.
A roseate hue seems to imbue
  The world on which I’m blinking;
My fellow-men—I love them when
I’m drinking, drinking, drinking.
 
And yet I think, the more I drink,
  It’s more and more I pine for—
Oh, such as I (forever dry)
  God made this land of Rhine for;
    And there is bliss
    In knowing this,
As to the floor I’m sinking:
    I’ve wronged no man
    And never can
While drinking, drinking, drinking.
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