Not on the lips of men Love's secret lies,
Remote and unrevealed his dwelling-place.
Oh Saki, come! the idle laughter dies
When thou the feast with heavenly wine dost grace. very nice poem. tony
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Not on the lips of men Love's secret lies, Remote and unrevealed his dwelling-place. Oh Saki, come! the idle laughter dies When thou the feast with heavenly wine dost grace. very nice poem. tony