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 First he bowed a reverent bow, Then he kissed her on the brow.

But the next who took the cup Without mixture drank it up; When she took it back from him It was full unto the brim: He with a right bold embrace Kissed her sweet lips face to face.

Then she sang with blithest cheer: Who has thirst, come here, come here! Nectar that is golden light In the cup of crystal bright, Nectar that is sunny fire Warm as warmest heart's desire; Pitcher never lacketh more, Arm is never tired to pour: Honey, water, milk, or wine Mingle with the draught divine, Drink it pure, or drink it not; Each is free to choose his lot: Am I old? or am I cold? Only two have kissed me bold!

She was young and fair and gay As that young and glorious day.