| A crack appeared inside a wall,
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| A door sprang up around it.
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| Each of these so finely drawn
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| I could not believe I found it.
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| A wildish wind blew it open wide,
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| My childish mind followed on outside,
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| And so I found myself among
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| My hearts delight surrounded.
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| A world of wonder lay without,
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| It was all of nature’s calling.
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| With field and forest, clouds and sun
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| Cascades of salt water falling.
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| Heights and valleys, dark ravines
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| Ivy thick and wild, deep and thorny scenes,
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| And yet each thing did love its place
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| In the lap of all of nature’s sprawling.
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| And so and so it goes.
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| I asked the one whose land this was
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| If I might have a token
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| To take with me back to the other side
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| To have and to keep unspoken.
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| I asked three times and was thrice denied.
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| I asked again without my pride
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| And found I’d lost that world I’d lived
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| Returned as one now broken,
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| To a crumb, a rag, a withered leaf
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| In the chilly winds of cold relief
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| I knew myself as I had been,
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| As from a dream awoken.
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| And so and so it goes.
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| But then, a crack appeared inside a wall
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| And a door sprang up around it. |