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XX
Ah, my Belovéd, fill the cup that clears
TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears —
To-morrow ? — Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.
XXI
Lo ! some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
