Walls
Eva Gore-Booth
1870 to 1926
Track 1
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And none hath profit of the brown sea-weed,
Free to all souls the hidden beauty calls,
Where rhythmic tides flow for no miser's sake
All these are equal in the equal light—
Down the sharp cliffs with constant breaks and falls—
The lofty rose, the low-grown aconite,
But the wide sea from men is wholly freed;
Nor softlier go for any landlord's need,
The sea thrift dwelling on her spray-swept height,
All waters mirror the one Infinite.
But all things give themselves, yet none may take.
Freely the great waves rise and storm and break,
The gliding river and the stream that brawls
God made a garden, it was men built walls;
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