<h2><SPAN name="page8"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>REMEMBERED</h2>
<p class="poetry">His art was loving; Eres set his sign<br/>
Upon that youthful forehead, and he drew<br/>
The hearts of women, as the sun
draws dew.<br/>
Love feeds love’s thirst as wine feeds love of wine;<br/>
Nor is there any potion from the vine<br/>
Which makes men drunken like the subtle brew<br/>
Of kisses crushed by kisses; and he grew<br/>
Inebriated with that draught divine.</p>
<p class="poetry">Yet in his sober moments, when the sun<br/>
Of radiant summer paled to lonely fall,<br/>
And passion’s sea had grown
an ebbing tide,<br/>
From out the many, Memory singled one<br/>
Full cup that seemed the sweetest of them
all—<br/>
<i>The warm red mouth that mocked
him and denied</i>.</p>
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