Poem

1 X      |      with red wine the goblets pale,~Flush our pale cheeks to
2 X      |        goblets pale,~Flush our pale cheeks to drunken hue,~Fresh
3 XX     |        to me~For I am sick and pale with woe;~Oh bring me rest
4 XXIII  | curtain from Heaven's mansions pale,~And gave her there an eternal
5 XXXVII |        Before into thy skull's pale empty cup~A grimmer Cup-bearer
6 XXXVIII|        without tears, in those pale companies~Where joy has
7 XLII   |     The purple rose has turned pale with fear,~And what has