What I can no more, in lover's thoughts
Keep within dark bounds, all
Spills over these walls, for what's shed
Of their secrets, floral.
And what, of them, can no more block
Sweet-swirl, warm and warmer
Upbare do these walks, for what blows
Of them, rich, richer.
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