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WALLS OF SEVERANCE.
IF given us 'twere to meet again, my dear,
Whether in this world of man and moon and sun
Or in that other world, about this one
Of ours that spreads its mute mysterious sphere,
Methinks we should but sigh and stand unnear
Nor with wide arms on one another run:
The things that have of us been said and done
Their viewless walls between our loves would rear.
—Nor yet, Francesca like and Paolo,
Might we, at least, before the selfsame blast,
Handed, athwart th'infernal spaces go.
Nay, each, alone, the other should we view
Through crystal walls and reared 'twixt me and you,
The rampart of the irrevocable Past.
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