No Wine for Me
by: Agathias (c. 536-582 AD)
translated by William M. Hardinge
No wine for me!--Nay, an it be thy will,
Kiss first the goblet--I will drink my fill:
How may I, when thy lips have touched it, dare
Be sober still, and that sweet draught forswear:
For the cup steers the kiss from thee to me,
And tells me all the bliss it won of thee.
