1868 edition, stanza 55

Oh, plagued no more with Human or Divine,

To-morrow's tangle to itself resign,

And lose your fingers in the tresses of

The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.

1879 edition, stanza 41

Perplext no more with Human or Divine,

To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign,

And lose your fingers in the tresses of

The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.

1889 edition, stanza 41

Perplext no more with Human or Divine,

To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign,

And lose your fingers in the tresses of

The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.

1872 edition, stanza 40 1872 edition, stanza 42