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And yet, saith he, ye need but sip; / And who would die without a taste? / Just touch the goblet to the lip, / Then let the bright draught run to waste!
She set her lip to the beaker's brim- / 'Twas passing sweet! 'Twas passing mild! / She let her large eyes dwell on him, / And sipped again, and smiled.
So sweet! So mild! She scarce can tell / If she doth really drink or no; / Till the light doth fade and the shadows swell, / And the goblet lieth low.
O cup of dreams! O cup of doubt! / O cup of blinding joy and pain! / The taste that none would die without! / The draught that all the world must drain!