"THE CLARET
How I love Claret! ...
It fills the mouth with a spreading freshness,
then goes down slow and leisurely;
you will not hear it quarrelling with the liver.
No; it rather lies so quiet
as it was in the grape.
It is fragrant as the Queen Bee,
and the more ethereal part mounts up to the brain,
without assaulting it but rather walking in,
like Aladdin in his enchanted palace;
so gently that you will not hear its steps."
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