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Wherein, it seemed--drained from long chalices Of those slim flowers--they bore mysterious wine; A poppied vintage, full of sleep divine, And pale forgetting of all miseries.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein X
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein X
English poem
Wherein, it seemed--drained from long chalices Of those slim flowers--they bore mysterious wine; A poppied vintage, full of sleep divine, And pale forgetting of all miseries.