PUNCH
- The Rainbow Team
- Jul 31, 2016
- 1 min read

PUNCH. Four elements, joined in An emulous strife, Fashion the world, and Constitute life. From the sharp citron The starry juice pour; Acid to life is The innermost core. Now, let the sugar The bitter one meet; Still be life’s bitter Tamed down with the sweet! Let the bright water Flow into the bowl; Water, the calm one, Embraces the whole. Drops from the spirit Pour quick’ning within, Life but its life from The spirit can win. Haste, while it gloweth, Your vessels to bring; The wave has but virtue Drunk hot from the spring. Translated from Schiller.
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