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A WALL BETWEEN.
  I, with the raven's trust
For food, the lily's trust for raiment, found
  Who feeds the one and clothes the other must
Remember me. My hands, through many a wound,
  That which they had were glad to earn.
  He gave—what I'll return.

  Ask him if I forgot
One household care. If I, in such poor ways
  As I could know, through piteous things have not
Tried still to please him, lo, these many days;—
  Ah, bitter task, self-set and vain!
  ———I hear the wind and rain.

  I fear he will be wet,
And—not afraid—but, somehow, something might
  Trouble him in the dark. You know he met
Strange men, somewhere, he said, one lonesome night.
  If anything should hurt him, I—
  Yes, I forgot—could die.

  I have not seen his face
Since then. We lived a wall apart, we two,
  While dark and void between us was all space.