The Wall Between

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.