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A PRELUDE.
My desk is heaped with niceties
From tropic lands divine;
But this is braver far than all,—
A flask of Chian wine!
From tropic lands divine;
But this is braver far than all,—
A flask of Chian wine!
Brim up my golden drinking-cup,
And reach a dish of fruit,
And then unlock my cabinet,
And hand me out my lute;
And reach a dish of fruit,
And then unlock my cabinet,
And hand me out my lute;
For when these luxuries have fed
And filled my brain with light,
I must compose a nuptial song
To suit my bridal night!
And filled my brain with light,
I must compose a nuptial song
To suit my bridal night!
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