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the early morning-shine Of a certain day divine, I beheld a Maiden stand With a pitcher in her hand; Whence she poured into a cup Until it was half filled up Nectar that was golden light In the cup of crystal bright.

And the first who took the cup With pure water filled it up; As he drank then, it was more Ruddy golden than before: And he leapt and danced and sang As to Bacchic cymbals' clang.

But the next who took the cup With the red wine filled it up; What he drank then was in hue Of a heavy sombre blue: