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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WALLS, by EVA GORE-BOOTH Poet's Biography First Line: Free to all souls the hidden beauty calls Last Line: But all things give themselves, yet none may take. Alternate Author Name(s): Selina | |||
Free to all souls the hidden beauty calls, The sea thrift dwelling on her spray-swept height, The lofty rose, the low-grown aconite, The gliding river and the stream that brawls Down the sharp cliffs with constant breaks and falls -- All these are equal in the equal light -- All waters mirror the one Infinite. God made a garden, it was men built walls; But the wide sea from men is wholly freed; Freely the great waves rise and storm and break, Nor softlier go for any landlord's need, Where rhythmic tides flow for no miser's sake And none hath profit of the brown sea-weed, But all things give themselves, yet none may take. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOMENT'S INSIGHT by EVA GORE-BOOTH IN THE PINEWOODS by EVA GORE-BOOTH ON VIEWING A STATUE OF DAVID by EVA GORE-BOOTH TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE |
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