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.

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward

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