The spirituous wine,
How it addicts the adolescence!
Intoxicated heart, then, pine
For a flower awaiting florescence.
Most hallucinating is this
Heart’s spirit,
Head goes all amiss,
And soul suddenly becomes bereft.
Divine potion’s first taste,
Pleasure-garden’s immortal flower,
Fade which not to time’s haste,
Occupy heart’s corner forever.
And after a long, long time,
Grave finds something still sublime!
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