Walls
Eva Gore-Booth
1870 to 1926
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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The sea thrift dwelling on her spray-swept height,
And none hath profit of the brown sea-weed,
Where rhythmic tides flow for no miser's sake
All these are equal in the equal light—
Free to all souls the hidden beauty calls,
The lofty rose, the low-grown aconite,
Freely the great waves rise and storm and break,
The gliding river and the stream that brawls
Down the sharp cliffs with constant breaks and falls—
But the wide sea from men is wholly freed;
God made a garden, it was men built walls;
Nor softlier go for any landlord's need,
All waters mirror the one Infinite.
But all things give themselves, yet none may take.