<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shut Out</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The door was shut. I looked between<br>Its iron bars; and saw it lie,<br>My garden, mine, beneath the sky,<br>Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From bough to bough the song-birds crossed,<br>From flower to flower the moths and bees;<br>With all its nests and stately trees<br>It had been mine, and it was lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A shadowless spirit kept the gate,<br>Blank and unchanging like the grave. <br>I peering through said: 'Let me have<br>Some buds to cheer my outcast state.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He answered not. 'Or give me, then,<br>But one small twig from shrub or tree;<br>And bid my home remember me<br>Until I come to it again.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spirit was silent; but he took<br>Mortar and stone to build a wall;<br>He left no loophole great or small<br>Through which my straining eyes might look: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So now I sit here quite alone<br>Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,<br>For nought is left worth looking at<br>Since my delightful land is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A violet bed is budding near,<br>Wherein a lark has made her nest:<br>And good they are, but not the best;<br>And dear they are, but not so dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356139" data-title="Shut Out de Christina Georgina Rossetti" data-description="The door was shut. I looked between Its iron bars; and saw it lie, My garden, mine, beneath the sky, Pied with all flowers bedewed and green: From bough to bough the song-birds crossed, From flower to flower the moths and bees; With all its nests..."></div> </div> </div>

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