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The wine which through the eyes we drink
Flows nightly from the moon in torrents,
And as a spring-tide overflows
The far and distant land,

Desires terrible and sweet
Unnumbered drift in floods abounding!
The wine which through the eyes we drink
Flows nightly from the moon in torrents.

The poet, in ecstasy,
Drinks deeply from the holy chalice,
To heaven lifts up his entranced
Head, and reeling quaffs and drains down
The wine which through the eyes we drink

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