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Beside the golden gate there grows a tree|
Whose heavy fruit gives entrance to the ways
Of Wonder, and the leaves thereof are days
Of desolationnights of agony
The buds and blossom for the fruits to be:
Rooted in terror the dead trunk decays,
The burdened branches drooping to the clays
Clammy with blood of crushed humanity.
But lo the fruit! Sweet-bitter, red and white,|
Better than winebetter than timely death
When surfeited with sorrowLo the bright
Mansions beyond the gate! And Love, thy breath
Fanning our flaming hearts where entereth
Thy Song of Songs with Love’s tumultuous light.
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