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XXI. THE TEMPTRESS OF THE BOWER.
Quaff! O quaff the coral wine,
Prest in our sea-vintage yearly,
Every crimson-berried vine
Melts as lusciously and clearly;
Quaff! O quaff the coral wine,
Bower and all within are thine!
Prest in our sea-vintage yearly,
Every crimson-berried vine
Melts as lusciously and clearly;
Quaff! O quaff the coral wine,
Bower and all within are thine!
Lays of love and hymns divine,
I will sing, the couch attending,
With the perfume of the wine
The sweet breath of music blending;
Quaff! O quaff the coral wine,
Bower and all within are thine!
I will sing, the couch attending,
With the perfume of the wine
The sweet breath of music blending;
Quaff! O quaff the coral wine,
Bower and all within are thine!
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Thrilling soft this harp of mine,
Strewing boughs with coral laden,
Pouring high the crested wine;
I will be thy Bower-Maiden;
Quaff! O quaff the coral wine,
Bower and all within are thine!
Strewing boughs with coral laden,
Pouring high the crested wine;
I will be thy Bower-Maiden;
Quaff! O quaff the coral wine,
Bower and all within are thine!
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