The Gorge

Yonder beyond all hopes of access
Begins your queendom; here is my frontier
Between us howl phantoms of the long dead,
But the bridge that I cross, concealed from view
Even in sunlight, and the gorge bottomless,
Swings and echoes under a strong tread
Because of my need for you.

by Robert Graves

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