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μεστοι. / οἱ δ' ἀμφορῆς οἴνου μέλανος ἀνθοσμίου
"The poets pour us wine -- " / Said the dearest poet I ever knew, / Dearest and greatest and best to me. / You clamor athirst for poetry -- / We pour. "But when shall a vintage be" -- / You cry -- "strong grape, squeezed gold from screw. / Yet sweet juice, flavored flowery-fine? / That were indeed the wine!"