Under The Pear Tree
Come slowly, Eden! Lips unused to thee, Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee, Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums, Counts his nectars—enters, And is lot in balms!
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eternal truth is eternal
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15th Sep 2012
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