Shut Out

Cards (9)

  • The door was shut. I looked between
    It's iron bars
  • My garden, mine, beneath the sky
  • Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:
    From bough to bough the song-birds crossed,
    From flower to flower the moths and bees;
    With all its nests and stately trees
  • A shadowless spirit kept the gate
  • He answered not.
  • The spirit was silent; but he took
    Mortar and stone to build a wall
  • He left no loophole great or small
    Through which my straining eyes might look
  • So now I sit here quite alone
    Blinded with tears
  • And good they are, but not the best;
    And dear they are, but not so dear.