O wine, most limpid, pure, and crystalline,
Read 'O wine, most limpid, pure, and crystalline,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
O wine, most limpid, pure, and crystalline, by Omar Khayyam
O wine, most limpid, pure, and crystalline,
Would I could drench this silly frame of mine
With thee, that passers by might think 'twas thou,
And cry, «Whence comest thou, fair master wine?»
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