Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер)

Trespassers

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.

1. Song for Heroes
2. A Scotchman Whose Name Was Isbister
3. A Satisfactory Reform
4. At Variance
5. The Ballade of the Mistletoe Bough

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