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LVI.
[As wine is sweet of taste to eager lips]
As wine is sweet of taste to eager lips;And as to him who hath well drunk it seems
A deep sea traversed by the wings of dreams
And thoughts, like full-blown sails of mighty ships,
That come out from between the hornèd tips
Of a great moon asleep on solemn streams,
That low by the glass-rimmed horizon beams;—
But afterwards is darkness and eclipse:
So seems the magic wine, that love outpours,
To souls that quaff the madness of its grapes,
A sea, where dream-birds visit the dim shores,
And barques with swell of sails and sweep of oars
Come out of the great light, that grows, and shapes
Its crescent to a sphere by death's dark doors.
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