1. With unfaltering strength and untiring zeal
I poured when the birds began their morning peal

2. The wine I proffered then flowed swift and free
Till night came on and the stars shone bright to see

3. He rose and made to pull his robe more near
Lest the wine’s warmth should on his hand appear

4. He turned as though a sword was at his throat
His hair on end with sudden fear and note