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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Shut Out
By Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894)
THE DOOR was shut. I looked between
  Its iron bars; and saw it lie,
  My garden, mine, beneath the sky,
Pied with all flowers bedewed and green.
From bough to bough the song-birds crossed,        5
  From flower to flower the moths and bees:
  With all its nests and stately trees
It had been mine, and it was lost.
A shadowless spirit kept the gate,
  Blank and unchanging like the grave.        10
  I, peering through, said: “Let me have
Some buds to cheer my outcast state.”
He answered not. “Or give me, then,
  But one small twig from shrub or tree;
  And bid my home remember me        15
Until I come to it again.”
The spirit was silent; but he took
  Mortar and stone to build a wall;
  He left no loophole great or small
Through which my straining eyes might look.        20
So now I sit here quite alone,
  Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,
  For nought is left worth looking at
Since my delightful land is gone.
A violet bed is budding near,        25
  Wherein a lark has made her nest;
  And good they are, but not the best;
And dear they are, but not so dear.

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