Poem by Henry Van Dyke

The Empty Quatrain

A flawless cup: how delicate and fine
The flowing curve of every jewelled line!
Look, turn it up or down, ’t is perfect still,--
But holds no drop of life’s heart-warming wine.

1. Sicily, December 1908
2. The Price of Peace
3. Katrina's Sun-Dial
4. Christ of Everywhere
5. Nepenthe

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