SEALED.

By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps

“Shall I pour you the wine,” she said,

“The wine that is rare and red?

Sweeter the cup for the drop.” —

“But why do you shrink and stop?”

“The seal of the wine

Has a sacred sign;

I am afraid,” she said.

“I love and revere

You more for your fear,

Than I do for your wine,” he said.