The wine had been all drunk that day, she said.
So Mary went to Jesus with fervent plea.
‘Tis not my time for sure, he said, though led
She quick to barrels dry, no wine ye see.
Fill up with water, he did say aloud.
And thus the miracle occurred forthwith.
Upon a taste the wedding guests—a crowd
Of drunken folk cried out surprise: Ye dideth
Keep best ‘till last of wine served here this day.
Surpris’d we be that this ye did. All quiet
They be, say naught to none, n’er look, n’er say
The drunken guests so calm they were, no rout.
A miracle we see today at Cana fair.
The first of Jesus, many more, naught rare.