When Love and I drew softly nigh <br />And gazed in modest Chloe's eye <br />We saw reflected there in part <br />The lovely mansion of her heart, <br />A sight so fair that, quite bereft <br />Of sense and shame, we had but left <br />One wish, that we by foul or fair <br />Might enter in and tarry there. <br /> <br />But when, with vagabondish art, <br />We nearer crept to Chloe's heart <br />That we might steal therein, we found <br />Her heart with barbed wires enwound; <br />And crawling through those cruel rings <br />My garments caught, Love caught his wings. <br />And though we now would fain depart <br />We twain are snared, outside her heart.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trespassers/
