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  An emerald sheen
  Is spread between
Thy fragrant earth and one who stands;
  Full well I know,
  This gem below,
A distant glimpse of fairer lands.




Misunderstanding.
We stand without, when just a single thrust
Of hand, e'er so gently given,
All barriers would break down, they must
Fall, all locks riven,
When upon the other side the "paper wall,"
Another hand meets thine,
Only waiting, as thou didst, all
Too glad to cross the line.
Strange, each heart should ache the same
For other's cause. A lingering doubt,
A simple wound, much less in name,
So easy to escape and rout;
But no, perverse Nature holds her sway,
And binds her victims, day by day.

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