I therefore printed just two lines, to tease him.
And if he still complains of what I’ve done,
In my next book I’ll fill a page with ONE.
SONNET UPON GOD, THE WINE
GIVER
(For Easter Sunday)
Thought Man made wine, I think God made it, too;
God making all things, made Man made good wine.
He taught him how the little tendrils twine