Verse and Reverse (1921)/Four Walls

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Four Walls

Four walls that close me in,
And you, beloved, without!
They are most bleak and empty then
And I am sick with doubt
If they are gay enough for you
With my poor garlands hung about.

Four walls—and you within!
Ah love, they make a place
Of gold and incense
And the light upon your face
Warms me like a living sun
And fills my humbleness with grace.

—Anne Elizabeth Wilson


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