The Wall

By Jessie Belle Rittenhouse

Now we two are heart to heart,
O most dear of all,
Who were held so long apart
By the sundering wall.
But so suddenly it fell.
At the final touch,
We are dazed and cannot tell
If we hope too much.
We would wait to know the sum
Of our joy and pain—
But what if shadowy hands should come
And build the wall again?

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