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And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping pehleví, with "wine!wine!wine!"
"Red Wine!"— the Nightgale cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of hers to incarnadine.
大卫的歌唇紧锁；
但远处仍传来羌笛高亢神圣的毗勒危，
“酒啊！酒啊！敬我一杯酒！”
“一杯血红色的酒啊！”——夜莺泣啼向玫瑰
她灰黄的脸颊浸没于绯红。
