On Receiving A Bottle Of Sherry Wine Of The Same Name What "Blushing Hippocrene" Is Here! What Fire Of The"Warm South" With Magic Of Old Spain! Through Which Again I Seem To View The Train Of All Cervantes' Dreams, His Heart'S Desire: The Melancholy Knight, In Gaunt Attire Of Steel Rides By Upon The Windmill-Plain With Sancho Panza By His Side Again, While, Heard Afar, A Swineherd From A Byre Winds A Hoarse Horn. And All At Once I See The Glory Of That Soul Who Rode Upon Impossible Quests, Following A Deathless Dream Of Righted Wrongs, That Never Were To Be, Like Many Another Champion Who Has Gone Questing A Cause That Perished Like A Dream.