The Draught Of Love
Cool is the water in the cup I pass
For thy cool lips' refreshment; but alas,
This, where my lips have lingered after thine,
Is no cool water but a burning wine.
For thy cool lips' refreshment; but alas,
This, where my lips have lingered after thine,
Is no cool water but a burning wine.
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