At Last
The clusters green refused my suit,
Nor might I taste the ripened fruit,
Now that your grapes are dry and sear,
Perchance my vows you'll deign to hear.
Nor might I taste the ripened fruit,
Now that your grapes are dry and sear,
Perchance my vows you'll deign to hear.
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