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I Bring An Unaccustomed Wine

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I bring an unaccustomed wine     To lips long parching, next to mine,     And summon them to drink.     Crackling with fever, they essay;     I turn my brimming eyes away,     And come next hour to look.     The hands still hug the tardy glass;     The lips I would have cooled, alas!     Are so superfluous cold,     I would as soon attempt to warm     The bosoms where the frost has lain     Ages beneath the mould.     Some other thirsty there may be     To whom this would have pointed me     Had it remained to speak.     And so I always bear the cup     If, haply, mine may be the drop     Some pilgrim thirst to slake, --     If, haply, any say to me,     "Unto the little, unto me,"     When I at last awake.

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