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1844–1911

SEALED.

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps

“Shall I pour you the wine,” she said, “The wine that is rare and red? Sweeter the cup for the drop.” — “But why do you shrink and stop?”

“The seal of the wine Has a sacred sign; I am afraid,” she said. “I love and revere

You more for your fear, Than I do for your wine,” he said.

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