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O brimming goblet of forbidden bliss,Kindling a thirst which I may never slake;
O fatal beauty that I clasp and kiss
Only in dreams from which 'tis woe to wake:—
Is it in vain that I have schooled my will
To bow submissively to Fate's decrees,
To leave the wine of love untasted still
While, drop by drop, Time drains it to the lees?
Ah no, Beloved:—when life begins to wane,
Thy soul that gave thee every grace and charm,
Will draw its treasures to itself again,
And guard them in its bosom safe from harm,—
Safe, till my soul, lost in thy soul's embrace,
Shall drink at last thine every charm and grace.
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