Something there is that doesnt love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
Before I built a wall Id ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesnt love a wall,
That wants it down. I could say Elves to him,
But its not elves exactly, and Id rather
He said it for himself.