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Chapter XIII: Epilogue (4)

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So let it be. Did we not drain the wine,
Red, of love’s sacramental chalice, when
He laid sweet sanction on thy lips and mine?
Dash it aside! Lo, who will fill again
Now it is empty of the god divine!--
This is the end. Yea, let us say Amen.
So let it be.

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The Poems of Madison Cawein, Volume 2 (of 5)Chapter XIII: Epilogue (4)

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