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Like a tendril of ivy creeps to the sun,
you entice me.
Like a snake from its bowl, lured up by the flute,
you have charmed me.
Oh, that I am here, and yet somehow still,
you see through me.
As soon as I'm gone, I know well and true
you forget me.

That I could but be this place where you long
to venture!
That I could but know your garden were mine
to decipher!
Subdued like a cloud that shrinks from the sun,
hereafter
my silence is mute and veils my adoring
laughter.