Pine, Rose and Fleur de Lis

by Susie Frances Harrison


 

"J'AI TROP BU LA VIE"


(GEORGE SAND)

Ah! what a wonderful draught!
       Now, was it ruby red,
              With heart of flame in the glass,
       A passionate crimson shed
       By the loves on which she fed?
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Or with a golden hue
       Caught from the grapes that grow
              High in the sunshine of Fame—
       Thus with an amber glow
       Did her life’s elixir flow?
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Or was it colourless, clear,
       White to her mortal eye,
              Pure from a mountain stream,
       Fresh from a fountain high,
       Losing itself in the sky?
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Or was it none of these,
       Ripe and rare to the taste,
               Rose or gold to the eye,
       Brought in a beaker chased,
       Bearing a rim flower-graced?
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But was it muddy and black?
       Bending over the brink
              Of a foul and stagnant pool,
       Loathing the draught, did she drink?
       Draining the cup, did she shrink?
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What were its dregs to her?
       Ah! what a wonderful draught!
              Perhaps, as the dregs she drained,
       Perhaps, as the cup she quaffed,
       Her tempting angel laughed.
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