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Behold
As you tread the forbidden
Ground of emotion
Yonder is the sea of love
With silting on its brink
The sweet gulls
Hither are the trees of pondering
With ruby bright apples hanging
But also,
These are the fruits of hatred
And thus are in nature, so poisonous!
Look at those flowers
Gloomy yet gay
Playful indeed
As the month of may
Addressing, “Oye, the visitor
Behold
As you are treading
The forbidden ground of emotion |