XXII
I wander with the flowersmyself a bud in June,so lost in dream, so spellboundthat every step’s a swoon.
0 hold me fast, beloved,lest scandal I provokeby falling drunk with passion—and the garden full of folk !
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XXII
I wander with the flowersmyself a bud in June,so lost in dream, so spellboundthat every step’s a swoon.
0 hold me fast, beloved,lest scandal I provokeby falling drunk with passion—and the garden full of folk !
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