In the poem "Mending Wall" the speaker and his neighbor walk together along a wall, repairing the damage caused by winter weather: Something there is that doesn't 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...

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With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained; Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground, And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.

惊恐中担心想象中的那些脸庞有了细纹;,前方的战场上没有血流成河，没有枪炮的轰鸣，或者向下指着的冒烟的枪口下的哀求。

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