Fed on the last low fattening lees—condensed
Elixir, no milk-mildness of the vine!
"Rightly with Tsaddik wert thou now incensed
Had he been witting of the mischief wrought
When, for elixir, verjuice he dispensed!"
And slowly woke,—like Shushan's flower besought
By over-curious handling to unloose
The curtained secrecy wherein she thought
Her captive bee, 'mid store of sweets to choose,
Would loll, in gold pavilioned lie unteased,