Shut Out
Christina Rossetti
1830 to 1894
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Wherein a lark has made her nest:
Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,
For nought is left worth looking at
So now I sit here quite alone
Blank and unchanging like the grave.
He answered not. 'Or give me, then,
Its iron bars; and saw it lie,
And good they are, but not the best;
Mortar and stone to build a wall;
It had been mine, and it was lost.
From flower to flower the moths and bees;
And bid my home remember me
The door was shut. I looked between
Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:
Until I come to it again.'
Since my delightful land is gone.
A violet bed is budding near,
With all its nests and stately trees
I peering through said: 'Let me have
He left no loophole great or small
From bough to bough the song-birds crossed,
But one small twig from shrub or tree;
My garden, mine, beneath the sky,
Some buds to cheer my outcast state.'
And dear they are, but not so dear.
Through which my straining eyes might look:
A shadowless spirit kept the gate,
The spirit was silent; but he took