The Bride

" You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse
I made a second marriage in my house —
Divorced old barren Reason from my bed
And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse. "

So sang the Lord of Poets. In a gleam
Of light that made her like an angel seem,
The Daughter of the Vine said: " I myself
Am Reason, and the Other was a Dream. "
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