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First Line: Now with the black grape's blood the barrels flow
Last Line: Above the drowsy avenues and drear.
Subject(s): Flowers; Sonnet (as Literary Form)


NOW with the black grape's blood the barrels flow,
And happy songs rise to the welkin's height
From vine-dressérs whose gladness seems a slight
To forest boughs made voluble with woe.

Sere leaves and unconsoléd murmur "Lo!
Autumn on branch and tree-bole like a blight,
While men, in our dire misery's despite,
About their toil with heartless singing go.

"You laugh, poor simple churls, that I have no mind
For Winter stark swift-striding down the wind,
The slayer of the leaves. Poor fools that sing,
And hail Death's coming!" But still loud and clear
Sound the glad carols of the vintaging
Above the drowsy avenues and drear.





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