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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XXIV. Bitter Sorrow
The Marriage Feast
By Andrew Macphail (1864–1938)
I, FROM whose heart young Love is long time gone
  Beyond recall,—and in his secret place
  Dull Sorrow soothes with sad, averted face
Her restless sister Pain with visage wan,
Handmaidens of the shadow-footed One        5
  Who comes more slowly than the season’s pace
  Creeping around the year,—I wish you grace,
As you stand glorious in life’s morning sun.
Your blood-red lips are eager at the brim
  Of that deep cup, now amply poured for you.        10
    Drink with closed eyes, nor look upon the lees
    They only quaff whose joys are memories.
Drink of the bubbles sparkling at the rim,
  The dregs are bitter, and your hours are few.

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