A Wall
O the old wall here! How I could pass Life in a long midsummer day, My feet confined to a plot of grass, My eyes...
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O the old wall here! How I could pass Life in a long midsummer day, My feet confined to a plot of grass, My eyes from a wall not once away! And lush and lithe do the creepers clothe Yon wall I watch, with a wealth of green: Its bald red bricks draped, nothing loath, In lappets of tangle they laugh between.…
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