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Katharine Tynan - The Wall Between
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The wall between is grown so thin
     That whoso peers may see
A flutter of rose, a living green
     Like new leaves on a tree.

The wall`s now gotten many a chink
     Where whoso leans may hear
The feet of them who pass to drink
     All at a well clear.

The people go, the people flow
     T`other side o` the wall
With silken rustle and laughter low
     As to a festival.

Come mother and wife and piteous bride,
     The wall`s nigh broken through;
And there be some the other side
     That peep and pry for you.

So thin has grown, like a precious stone,
     The wall no eye might pass,
You may have vision of your own
     As through a crystal glass.

And if that sight should you delight
     Your tears will all be dried,
For souls so bright that walk in white
     Dear bliss on the other side.
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