We press to never-furrow’d seas,

For vision-worlds we breast the gale;

And still we seek, and still we fail,

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For still the “glorious phantom” flees4—

Ah, well! no phantoms are the ale

And suppers of the “Cheshire Cheese.”

Envoi

If doubts or debts thy soul assail,

If Fashion’s forms its current freeze,

Try a long pipe, a glass of ale,

And supper at the “Cheshire Cheese.”

[3] Meeting-place of The Rhymers’ Club, 1892, 3.

[4] ... “Graves from which a glorious phantom may Burst to illumine our tempestuous day.”"—Shelley.

... “Graves from which a glorious phantom may

Burst to illumine our tempestuous day.”

Shelley

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