And lately, by the Tavern Door agape

LVIII
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape
Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
He bid me taste of it; and 't was--the Grape.
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Omar Khayyám
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