A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup
A
crazy
man
that
found
a
cup,
When
all
but
dead
of
thirst,
Hardly
dared
to
wet
his
mouth
Imagining,
moon-accursed,
That
another
mouthful
And
his
beating
heart
would
burst.
October
last
I
found
it
too
But
found
it
dry
as
bone,
And
for
that
reason
am
I
crazed
And
my
sleep
is
gone.