Trespassers by Ellis Parker Butler
When Love and I drew softly nigh And gazed in modest Chloe’s 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 Chloe’s 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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