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POUR FORTH THE WINE.
Pour forth the wine, the ruby wine!
And with thine eye look into mine,
Thou friend of olden days!
Heap up the blazing logs! Not here
On this grey ridge of granite drear,
Boon April spends her flowery cheer,
To wake the poet's lays.
The East wind through the ungenial day
Blows meagre, thin, and chill,
And laggard Winter's freezing ray
Gleams from the snow-patched hill.
And with thine eye look into mine,
Thou friend of olden days!
Heap up the blazing logs! Not here
On this grey ridge of granite drear,
Boon April spends her flowery cheer,
To wake the poet's lays.
The East wind through the ungenial day
Blows meagre, thin, and chill,
And laggard Winter's freezing ray
Gleams from the snow-patched hill.
Pour forth the wine, the ruby wine!
And with thine eye look into mine,
Thou friend of olden days!
Cheer me with love and truth: for I
Oft seek in vain, beneath the sky,
The true heart, from the open eye
That looks with guileless gaze.
A cold and caution-crusted race
Here fans few joys in me;
But when I see a clear, bright face,
I flourish, and am free!
And with thine eye look into mine,
Thou friend of olden days!
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Oft seek in vain, beneath the sky,
The true heart, from the open eye
That looks with guileless gaze.
A cold and caution-crusted race
Here fans few joys in me;
But when I see a clear, bright face,
I flourish, and am free!
Pour forth the wine, the ruby wine!
And with thine eye look into mine,
Thou friend of olden days!
Speak of devotion's fiery breath,
Friendship and love more strong than death,
And high resolve, and manly faith,
That walks in open ways.
Look as thou didst long years ago,
And read my heart with thine,
That love and truth may freely flow,
To bless the ruby wine!
And with thine eye look into mine,
Thou friend of olden days!
Speak of devotion's fiery breath,
Friendship and love more strong than death,
And high resolve, and manly faith,
That walks in open ways.
Look as thou didst long years ago,
And read my heart with thine,
That love and truth may freely flow,
To bless the ruby wine!
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