Think you that I will drain the dregs of Love, I who have quaffed the sweetness on its brink? Now by the steadfast burning stars above, Better to faint of thirst than thuswise drink. What! shall we twain who saw love`s glorious fires Flame toward the sky and flush Heaven`s self with light, Crouch by the embers as the glow expires, And huddle closer from mere dread of night? No! cast love`s goblet in oblivion`s well, Scatter love`s ashes o`er the field of time! Yet, ere we part, one kiss whereon to dwell When life sounds senseless as some feeble rhyme. Lo! as lips touch, anew Love`s cresset glows, And Love`s sweet cup refills and overflows.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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