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This wine is sovereign against all complaints.
This is the wine the great king-angels use
To inspire the souls of sinners and of saints
Unto the deeds that win the world or lose.
One drop of this raised Attis from the dead;
One drop of this, and slain Osiris stirs;
One drop of this; before young Horus fled
Thine hosts, Typhon!—this wine is mine and hers
Ye Gods that gave it! not in trickling gouts,
But from the very fountain whence 'tis drawn
Gushing in crystal jets and ruby spouts
From the authentic throne and shrine of dawn.
Drink it? Ay, so! and bathe therein—and swim
Out to the wide world's everlasting rim!
This is the wine the great king-angels use
To inspire the souls of sinners and of saints
Unto the deeds that win the world or lose.
One drop of this raised Attis from the dead;
One drop of this, and slain Osiris stirs;
One drop of this; before young Horus fled
Thine hosts, Typhon!—this wine is mine and hers
Ye Gods that gave it! not in trickling gouts,
But from the very fountain whence 'tis drawn
Gushing in crystal jets and ruby spouts
From the authentic throne and shrine of dawn.
Drink it? Ay, so! and bathe therein—and swim
Out to the wide world's everlasting rim!
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