Filthy harlots – the Lord’s grape!With lore ornamented entreating;Hollow hearted, heart-departed –Yet thou reapest the blooming rose –When ’tis the weed which is to be swath’d I do, in the blooming flower, pleasurefind!And me in the yesterday’s bind?!Innocence is reserved for the meek:Of naught is my grasp ne’er to be! […]
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