The Wine

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Title:     The Wine
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

I cannot die, who drank delight
From the cup of the crescent moon,
And hungrily as men eat bread,
Loved the scented nights of June.

The rest may die--but is there not
Some shining strange escape for me
Who sought in Beauty the bright wine
Of immortality?

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Wine

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