Dear Christ ! when thy new vintage fills my cup,

Supernal Will ! I would not fa九九藏書in be one

Indeed out of my cup, and there is none

Saith nhｔtｐs://ｒead•９９cｓw•ｃｏmo grace after meat. My wine hath run

Clear from the darkling ground, -- content until

Upon the fulne九_九_藏_書ss of the heart, at last

Who, satisfying thirst and breaking fast

On any leaf but Heavens. Be fully done,

To gatherrｅad•9９csw.cｏｍ up the bread of my repast

In earths green herbs, and streams that bubble up

This hand shall shake no more, nor that wineread.99csw.com spill.

Scattered and trampled ! Yet I find some good

I sit with angels before better food.

MY future will not copy fair my past