FRAMES
Brown window-sill, you hold my all of skies,
And all I know of springing year and fall,
And everything of earth that greets my eyes—
Brown window-sill, how can you hold it all?
And all I know of springing year and fall,
And everything of earth that greets my eyes—
Brown window-sill, how can you hold it all?
Grey walls, my days are bound within your hold,
Cast there and lost like pebbles in a sea;
And all my thought is squared to fit your mould—
Grey wall, how mighty is your masonry!
Cast there and lost like pebbles in a sea;
And all my thought is squared to fit your mould—
Grey wall, how mighty is your masonry!
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