Souls of Poets dead and gone,     What Elysium have ye known,     Happy field or mossy cavern,     Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?     Have ye tippled drink more fine     Than mine host’s Canary wine?     Or are fruits of Paradise     Sweeter than those dainty pies     Of venison? O generous food!     Drest as though bold Robin Hood     Would, with his maid Marian,     Sup and bowse from horn and can.     I have heard that on a day     Mine host’s sign-board flew away,     Nobody …