I had not minded - Walls - Were Universe - one Rock - And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block - I'd tunnel - till my Groove Pushed sudden thro' to his - Then my face take her Recompense - The looking in his Eyes -
But 'tis a single Hair - A filament - a law - A Cobweb - wove in Adamant - A Battlement - of Straw -
A limit like the Vail Unto the Lady's face - But every Mesh - a Citadel - And Dragons - in the Crease.
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