Lines on Ale Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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.

Believed to have been written in 1848 at a tavern in Lowell, Massachusetts.