"My wine overbrims a whole summer;"
My bowl is the sky, And I drink at my eye,
Till I feel in the brain A Delphian pain -
Then follow, my Caius! then follow:
On the green of the hill
We will drink our fill Of golden sunshine,
Till our brains intertwine
With the glory and grace of Apollo!
- JOHN KEATS-
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