‘O cold and bitter wall,’ they said, ‘why stand Between two lovers at your side? Let limbs And bodies join; at least open your gate To take our kisses. Yet we do not show Ingratitude, nor shall we, nor forget The way through which our words met lovers’ ears.’ Divided as they were, each futile day Was spent in whispers, closing with ‘Good night.’ Both pressed their lips against the silent wall.
