Author J. A. Pott In cups of amethystine hueWas rich Opimian poured for you,'Twas common Sabine raw and new You gave to me, and said,‘Wilt have a cup of gold for it’?No, I will not, for I submitA golden cup is hardly fit For drink as dull as lead. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments