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THE WINE OF LOVE, by            
First Line: The wine of love, - a winged wine
Last Line: I quaff, and all the world is mine.
Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Love Affairs; Wine

THE wine of love,—a wingéd wine,
Crushed from the warm, incarnadine,
Deep breathless sunset, and compounded
With star-songs in the midnight sounded;
Vivid as the summer lightning,
Still glowing, paling, fading, bright'ning;
O wonder-wine, thy cup I covet,
Nor linger long my lips above it!
What matter though the draught destroy
The sober mind and dull employ?
What matter all the ancient tasks?—
To live, to live, my spirit asks:
Content no more with placid quiet,
But, kindling with the race and riot
Of the swift-enchanting potion,
To enter earth's supreme emotion;
Its pains I dare, its farthest fortunes
I'll compass, as a king impórtunes!
The wine of love—a warrior-wine—
I quaff, and all the world is mine.

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