Lord of all patches and gardens
And rows taking root under
Beneficent eaves, let not the savors
Of paradise be too sudden,
Lest we be drowned in gulfs
And landslides of manifold sweetness.
Rather, allow us to relish first-
Turned dewberries still on the edge
Of unripeness, stony figs,
Downy crabapples, sour sallets
To modify the untempered
Dulcitudes of Heaven.
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