Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
She dropped a tear more rare than pearl,
Must she then buy no more such dainty fruit?
Laura most like a leaping flame.
The shelter of her exiled line,
Rent all her robe, and wrung
Counted her pulse's flagging stir,
In summer weather,—
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
And all my gold is on the furze
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
She dropped a tear more rare than pearl,
Must she then buy no more such dainty fruit?
Laura most like a leaping flame.
The shelter of her exiled line,
Rent all her robe, and wrung
Counted her pulse's flagging stir,
In summer weather,—
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
And all my gold is on the furze