I have no need for wine To me the languorous and magic scent Breathed by the flowers within the garden , lent Intoxication that is more divine Forgive me then , I pray , That I no Wine in the assembly quaffed , For I have drunk of a diviner draught , Its fragrance ever haunts me , night and day My heart a bird doth seem That never joyfully can soar and sing , For , shut within its cage of...
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