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There are two Fountains in the Vale of Life, That flow for lovers--one with nectar runs, The other poison! One with joy is rife, The other with a deadly gurgle stuns. Their stream commingles for all Eva’s sons And daughters who with mutual passion thrill. None, none may drink the nectar pure, which shuns All human lips till with the poison-rill ’Tis mixed, and happiest they whose cups the least may fill!