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"While I sit at the door, / Sick to gaze within, / Mine eye weepeth sore / For sorrow and sin: / As a tree my sin stands / To darken all lands; / Death is the fruit it bore.
"How have Eden bowers grown / Without Adam to bend them! / How have Eden flowers blown, / Squandering their sweet breath, / Without me to tend them! / The Tree of Life was ours, / Tree twelvefold-fruited, / Most lofty tree that flowers, / Most deeply rooted: / I chose the Tree of Death.