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Of all the gracious gifts of Spring, / Is there another can safely surpass / This delicate, voluptuous thing -- / This dapple-green, plump-shouldered bass? / Upon a damask napkin laid, / What exhalations superfine / Our gustatory nerves pervade, / Provoking quenchless thirsts for wine.
The ancients loved this noble fish, / And, coming from the kitchen fire / All piping hot upon a dish, / What raptures did he not inspire! / "Fish should swim twice," they used to say -- / Once in their native vapid brine, / And then a better way -- / You understand? Fetch on the wine!