The Solitary's Wine
A handsome woman's tantalizing gaze Gliding our way as softly as the beam The sinuous moon sends out in silver sheen Across the lake to bathe her careless rays; His purse of cash, the gambler's last relief; A flaming kiss from slender Adeline;. Music, which sounds a faint, unnerving whine That seems the distant cry of human grief, Great jug, all these together are not worth The penetrating balms within your girth Saved for the pious poet's thirsting soul; You pour out for him youth, and life, and hope And pride, the treasure of the beggar folk, Which makes us like the Gods, triumphant, whole!
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"A handsome woman's tantalizing gaze..."
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