Джордж Ростревор Гамильтон (George Rostrevor Hamilton)

Walls

Where a stone path between high walls
Rings each day to my dull footfalls,
A vine with overhanging spray
Close-bordering gardens does betray.
So likewise treads my walled-in thought
Dull ways of habit, guessing nought
Of how the curves go close along
To Beauty's wine and light and song.

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