The ruins of the Jealous Wall exist on a small estate in the Midlands of Ireland. |
THE JEALOUS WALL You imprison me behind a wall of jealousy, my Love Though t'were you I choose over all others Pin my hands from freedon Stifle my soul with your arrogence and ill humor Shun my protest of innocence Deaf ears turned to the truth Why, my Love? Why must you punish me For your sins and for his? I cannot help his eyes cast upon me Mine are lowered as a good wife should... You must see me stumble in my blindness For I no longer even look to the light It is hidden deep behind the jealous wall All these long years...my beauty fading And yet I still love you... Still cling to the hope that you will tear down the wall Not the one you had built of rock aand human sweat... Nay...not that facade of stone that is your folly alone Though it distances you from your brother and from life But the wall between us, my Love The barrier of ignorance and mistrust The wall that only you can dismantle jealous thought by thought Paranoid delusion by delusion... That is the real ruin of us, Dear Husband And it shall stand for all time A false pretense Its beauty smeared with hatred Oh, the pity of it all... The jealous wall... |