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