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There is an isle in an unfurrowed sea	A
That I wot of whereon the whole year round	B
The apple blossoms and the rosebuds be	A
In early blooming and a many sound	B
Of ten stringed lute and most mellifluous breath	C
Of silver flute and mellow half heard horn	D
Making unmeasured music Thither Death	C
Coming like Love takes all things in the morn	D
Of tenderest life and being a delicate god	E
In his own garden takes each delicate thing	F
Unstained unmellowed immature untrod	E
Tremulous betwixt the summer and the spring	F
The rosebud ere it come to be a rose	G
The blossom ere it win to be a fruit	E
The virginal snowdrop and the dove that knows	G
Only one dove for lover all the loot	E
Of young soft things and all the harvesting	F
Of unripe flowers Never comes the moon	H
To matron fulness here no child bearing	F
Vexes desire and the sun knows no noon	H
But all the happy dwellers of that place	I
Are reckless children gotten on Delight	E
By Beauty that is thrall to Death no grace	I
No natural sweet they lack a chrysolite	E
Of perfect beauty each No wisdom comes	J
To mar their early folly no false laws	K
Man made for man no mouthing prudence numbs	K
Their green unthought or gives their licence pause	K
Young animals young flowers they live and grow	L
And die before their sweet emblossomed breath	C
Has learnt to sigh save like a lover's Oh	L
How sweet is Youth how delicate is Death	C

Lord Alfred Douglas

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