A pleasant tree

Enter now, come with me please, and leave behind your doubt.
Your mind, at rest, we must assume its reason kept without
Can see those views I need it to, without that cynicism;
That poet's nark you cultivate to keep your mind a prison.
And thus we find ourselves herein a dappled copse, a glade;
Forgotten sensual paradise, no polemic's here displayed.
Please can you just this once have joy and hold my hand in thine?
Shuffle back just once in while: I'll meet you here. We'll dine.