Forbidden Ground
When we were young, and small, and bad,
We mostly spent our time in
Our neighbors' orchards, though we had
Our own fruit-trees to climb in;
We knew 'twas wrong, and so were glad:
That fact, sir, lay the crime in!
To do the thing that's wrong seems Law,
Law we, and Adam, found it!
The chamber Bluebeard's wife ne'er saw.
Oh, how she longed to sound it!
And how life's colts eat buckwheat straw
With eight-railed fences round it!
Those dreams for which we search and bleed
Are things of untold blisses;
The love we always want and need
Is the love one loses, misses;
The dearest lips are those, indeed.
That never knew our kisses!
