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When we three meet? Ah! friend of mine / Whose verses well and flow as wine, -- / My thirsting fancy thou dost fill / With draughts delicious, sweeter still / Since tasted by those lips of thine.
I pledge thee, through the chill sunshine / Of autumn, with a warmth divine, / Thrilled through as only I shall thrill / When we three meet.
I pledge thee, if we fast or dine, / We yet shall loosen, line by line, / Old ballads, and the blither trill / Of our-time singers -- for there will / Be with us all the Muses nine / When we three meet.