Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward

Sealed

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"Shall I pour you the wine," she said,
"The wine that is rare and red?
Sweeter the cup for the drop."--
"But why do you shrink and stop?"


"The seal of the wine
Has a sacred sign;
I am afraid," she said.


"I love and revere
You more for your fear,
Than I do for your wine," he said.

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