Robert Frost

Two Or More: Triple Bronze

The Infinite’s being so wide
Is the reason the Powers provide
For inner defense my hide.
For next defense outside.
 
I make myself this time
Of wood or granite or lime
A wall too hard for crime
Either to breach or climb.
 
Then a number of us agree
On a national boundary.
And that defense makes three
Between too much and me.
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