I know the garden-close of sin, <br />The cloying fruits, the noxious flowers, <br />I long have roamed the walks and bowers, <br />Desiring what no man shall win: <br /> <br />A secret place to shelter in, <br />When soon or late the angry powers <br />Come down to seek the wretch who cowers, <br />Expecting judgment to begin. <br /> <br />The pleasure long has passed away <br />From flowers and fruit, each hour I dread <br />My doom will find me where I lie. <br />I dare not go, I dare not stay. <br />Without the walks, my hope is dead, <br />Within them, I myself must die.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garden-of-sin/
