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A WALL BETWEEN.
(Oh, call it what you will!)
Light, hollow, brief, and bitter? Yes, I know.
With cruel seas and sands? Yes, yes, and still———
And fire and famine following where we go?
And still I leave it at my feet,
Moaning, "The world is sweet."
Light, hollow, brief, and bitter? Yes, I know.
With cruel seas and sands? Yes, yes, and still———
And fire and famine following where we go?
And still I leave it at my feet,
Moaning, "The world is sweet."
Why, it was here that I
Had youth and all that only youth can bring.
Fair sir, if you would help a woman die,
Show me a glass. There! that one look will wring
My heart, I think, out of its place;—
The earth may take my face.
Had youth and all that only youth can bring.
Fair sir, if you would help a woman die,
Show me a glass. There! that one look will wring
My heart, I think, out of its place;—
The earth may take my face.
Think of the blesséd skies
If in the cheek one have no rose to wear,
If nights all full of tears have changed the eyes,—
Why, would one be immortal and not fair?
With faded hair, one would not quite
Contrast an aureole's light.
If in the cheek one have no rose to wear,
If nights all full of tears have changed the eyes,—
Why, would one be immortal and not fair?
With faded hair, one would not quite
Contrast an aureole's light.
You talk of things unseen
With all the pretty arrogance of a boy.
Why, one could laugh at what you think you mean.
With all the pretty arrogance of a boy.
Why, one could laugh at what you think you mean.
