O cupbearer of the soul, from springs that pourDesire—springs brimming with eternity's store.
O heart's cupbearer, you pour out dreams divineFrom spirit's tenderness, not flesh of mine.
You raise us to a heaven none may reachSave angels pure, whose hearts are free from grief.
There you rejoice, released in airy flight,Like birds that sing to souls and nests of light.
You send forth verse that only creatures hearWho dwell in secret realms, both far and near.
You live a life forever fresh and new,Like youth's bright heart in morning's tender hue.
O soul's cupbearer, from an ornate cupAt noon of life, or when time's splendors sup,
Love's rain has graced you, delicate and sweet,Like clouds that weep with downpour's full repeat.
O immortality! O Love, whose throneMakes Art therein both noble and alone.
O soul's cupbearer, thirst has seized the soul—Longing for you—and longing takes its toll!
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