The wall between is grown so thin <br />That whoso peers may see <br />A flutter of rose, a living green <br />Like new leaves on a tree. <br /> <br />The wall's now gotten many a chink <br />Where whoso leans may hear <br />The feet of them who pass to drink <br />All at a well clear. <br /> <br />The people go, the people flow <br />T'other side o' the wall <br />With silken rustle and laughter low <br />As to a festival. <br /> <br />Come mother and wife and piteous bride, <br />The wall's nigh broken through; <br />And there be some the other side <br />That peep and pry for you. <br /> <br />So thin has grown, like a precious stone, <br />The wall no eye might pass, <br />You may have vision of your own <br />As through a crystal glass. <br /> <br />And if that sight should you delight <br />Your tears will all be dried, <br />For souls so bright that walk in white <br />Dear bliss on the other side.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wall-between/
