The Wall
The sun falls through the olive-trees
And shines upon the wall below,
And lights the wall which cannot know
The Sunlight that it never sees.
I lie and dream; the Eternal Mind
Rains down on me and fills me full
With secrets high and wonderful;
And still my soul is deaf and blind.
Justice
(to m. b.)
"Lord, what is Justice? Say,
Shall Man be just?
Shall mortals strike a ray
Out of the dust?"
"One sage was just: He spake
'Friend, thine is thine!
Keep all thou hast, and take.
Nothing is mine!'"
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