'Shall I pour you the wine,' she said, <br />'The wine that is rare and red? <br />Sweeter the cup for the drop.'- <br />'But why do you shrink and stop?' <br /> <br /> <br />'The seal of the wine <br />Has a sacred sign; <br />I am afraid,' she said. <br /> <br /> <br />'I love and revere <br />You more for your fear, <br />Than I do for your wine,' he said.<br /><br />Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sealed-5/
