A draught so precious you have offered me
I dare not lift it now and take my fill,
Lest I should prove to drink unworthily,
I touch not the brimmed goblet, lest it spill.
And yet you tempt me, holding patiently
The ruddy potion, pleading with me still
To drink, since you must bear eternally
What none save I may taste, who never will.
Nothing you ask of me? Then understand
That one day you will seek me thirstily,
Begging a single drop, and I would see
The wind sip dry the wine cup in your hand,
Rather than know my heart some day must break
To see you die of thirst I cannot slake.