'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.
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sealed-5/
