decoction
Pour out the rich juices still bright with the sun,
dye-stuff
Till o’er the brimmed crystal the rubies shall run.
half-ripened apples
The purple-globed clusters their life-dews have bled;
taste sugar-of-lead!
How sweet is the breath of the fragrance they shed!
rank poisons wines!!
For summer’s last roses lie hid in the wines,