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His art was loving; Eres set his sign / Upon that youthful forehead, and he drew / The hearts of women, as the sun draws dew. / Love feeds love's thirst as wine feeds love of wine; / Nor is there any potion from the vine / Which makes men drunken like the subtle brew / Of kisses crushed by kisses; and he grew / Inebriated with that draught divine.
Yet in his sober moments, when the sun / Of radiant summer paled to lonely fall, / And passion's sea had grown an ebbing tide, / From out the many, Memory singled one / Full cup that seemed the sweetest of them all- / _The warm red mouth that mocked him and denied_.