The DreamersAnd Other Poems
 

Though others filled the cup abrim,

Though others filled the cup abrim,

 

He might not taste the wine.

He might not taste the wine.

 

 

I am so glad my eyes were first

I am so glad my eyes were first

 

In which his own might sink;

In which his own might sink;

 

I am so glad he went athirst

I am so glad he went athirst

 

Until I bade him drink.

Until I bade him drink.

 


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