I love not the wine-cup, but if thou art fain
I should drink, do thou taste it, and bring it to me;
If it touch but thy lips it were hard to refrain,
It were hard from the sweet maid who bears it to flee;
For the cup ferries over the kisses, and plain
Does it speak of the grace that was given it by thee.
From Meleager
Andrew Lang
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Poem topics: sweet, plain, bring, touch, speak, taste, drink, love, I love you, hard, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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