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Fears not yet fears—
And out beyond, the world untamed
Of which to make
Their surer paradise of tears!
And out beyond, the world untamed
Of which to make
Their surer paradise of tears!
But in the Garden is a hallowed emptiness
Of laws, forgotten now,
Concerning fruit and flowers,
That none shall ever bless
Or break;
And in the Garden is the one plucked Bough
That blossoms whimpering
Through a divine monotony
Of spring on spring.
Of laws, forgotten now,
Concerning fruit and flowers,
That none shall ever bless
Or break;
And in the Garden is the one plucked Bough
That blossoms whimpering
Through a divine monotony
Of spring on spring.
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