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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.