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Anticipation

 I have been temperate always,
But I am like to be very drunk
With your coming.
There have been times I feared to walk down the street Lest I should reel with the wine of you, And jerk against my neighbours As they go by.
I am parched now, and my tongue is horrible in my mouth, But my brain is noisy With the clash and gurgle of filling wine-cups.

Poem by Amy Lowell
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