Of mosses’ lips, to sup.
Seek not o’ vintage Earth doth hold.
Nay, unto thee this plea shall wake
The Wine that thou shouldst quaff.
For at the loving o’ this heart
The Wine o’ Love shall flow.
Then drink ye deep, ah, drink ye deep,
And drink ye deep o’ Love.
“Yea, thine unto me, and mine to thee.”
After which she explained: