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The Gardener XXXIV: Do Not Go, My Love
Do not go, my love, without asking
My leave.
I have watched all night, and now
My eyes are heavy with sleep.
I fear lest I lose you when I’m
Sleeping.
Do not go, my love, without asking
My leave.
I start up and stretch my hands to
Touch you. I ask myself, “Is it a
Dream?”
Could I but entangle your feet with
My heart and hold them fast to my
Breast!
Do not go, my love, without asking
My leave.
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