MY JOY

Inyour impassioned lovelinessI drink a wine no heel did pressIn vats of place or time or space,And gazing on your April faceAnd in your dim green-shadowed eyesI glimpse green leaves of a great vineWhose roots are firm in Paradise:And you the cup and you the wine.

Inyour impassioned loveliness

I drink a wine no heel did press

In vats of place or time or space,

And gazing on your April face

And in your dim green-shadowed eyes

I glimpse green leaves of a great vine

Whose roots are firm in Paradise:

And you the cup and you the wine.

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