Dangle and dangle the ancient fruit
An apple rich in gracious red
Before the feeble eyes lost
Even in the fleshly skull
Though lie on the glorious bed of roses
The sigh from the plaint passage lure
Across the dark stream she beckons
With batting lashes with her sensual groan accompanied
To her lustful bosom
Sweat in fragrance, yet heaving with damnation
For the lost youth
With bright future to be destroyed by momentary pleasure
In this common temptation.
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