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Trespassers

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When Love and I drew softly nigh     And gazed in modest Chloes eye     We saw reflected there in part     The lovely mansion of her heart,     A sight so fair that, quite bereft     Of sense and shame, we had but left     One wish, that we by foul or fair     Might enter in and tarry there.     But when, with vagabondish art,     We nearer crept to Chloes heart     That we might steal therein, we found     Her heart with barbed wires enwound;     And crawling through those cruel rings     My garments caught, Love caught his wings.     And though we now would fain depart     We twain are snared, outside her heart.

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