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1844–1912

FROM MELEAGER

Andrew Lang

I love not the wine-cup, but if thou art fain I should drink, do thou taste it, and bring it to me; If it touch but thy lips it were hard to refrain, It were hard from the sweet maid who bears it to flee;

For the cup ferries over the kisses, and plain Does it speak of the grace that was given it by thee.

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