The Empty Quatrain
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A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, ’tis perfect still,–
But holds no drop of life’s heart-warming wine.
A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, ’tis perfect still,–
But holds no drop of life’s heart-warming wine.