Dear Christ ! when thy new vintage fills my cup,

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Indeed out of my cup, and there is none

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Clear from the darkling ground, -- content until

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Who, satisfying thirst and breaking fast

On any leaf but Heavens. Be fully done,

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In earths green herbs, and streams that bubble up

This hand shall shake no more, nor that wi九*九*藏*書ne spill.

Scattered and trampled ! Yet I find some good

I sit with angels before better food.

MY future will not copy fair my past