I had not minded – Walls –
Were Universe — one Rock —
And far I heard his silver Call
The other side the Block —

I’d tunnel — till my Groove
Pushed sudden thro’ to his —
Then my face take her Recompense —
The looking in his Eyes —

But ’tis a single Hair —
A filament — a law —
A Cobweb — wove in Adamant —
A Battlement — of Straw –

A limit like the Veil
Unto the Lady’s face —
But every Mesh — a Citadel —
And Dragons — in the Crease —
-Emily Dickinson