I TASTE a liquor never brewed,

From tankards scooped in pearl;

Not all the vats upon the Rhine
...

Poet:

Would you like summer? Taste of ours.

Spices? Buy here!

Ill! We have berries, for the parching!

Weary! Furloughs of down!

Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on!

Captive! We bring reprieve of roses!...

Poet: