“When the division-wall was built, a chink Was left, the cement unobserved to shrink. So slight the cranny, that it still had been For centuries unclosed, because unseen. But, oh! what thing so small, so secret lies, Which ’scapes, if form’d for love, a lover’s eyes? Ev’n in this narrow chink they quickly found A friendly passage for a trackless sound. Safely they told their sorrows and their joys, In whisper’d murmurs and a dying noise; By turns to catch each other’s breath they strove, And suck’d in all the balmy breeze of love. Oft, as on different sides they stood, they cried, ‘Malicious wall, thus lovers to divide! Suppose thou shouldst a while to us give place, To lock and fasten in a close embrace; But, if too much to grant so sweet a bliss, Indulge at least the pleasure of a kiss. We scorn ingratitude: to thee, we know, This safe conveyance of our minds we owe.’