I had not minded -- Walls by Emily Dickinson
I had not minded -- Walls -- Were Universe -- one Rock -- And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block --
I'd tunnel -- till my Groove Pushed sudden thro' to his -- Then my face take her Recompense -- The looking in his Eyes --
But 'tis a single Hair -- A filament -- a law -- A Cobweb -- wove in Adamant -- A Battlement -- of Straw --
A limit like the Veil Unto the Lady's face -- But every Mesh -- a Citadel -- And Dragons -- in the Crease --
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