Sealed Poem by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
Sealed
'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.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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