In China they say there is a big wall,
Hundreds of miles in a circle around;
I wonder why was it built at all;
A cage for the land of Morn to surround?
I have been worried so much thinking,
Was it truly too big or was it small,
And my thoughts link to link I was linking
And the links ’round me made a prison wall.
I looked at a painting hung on the wall,
I saw a cottage built in days of yore,
A mountain, a river and clouds that roll,
High in space where found no ocean, no shore.
I loved the sight, I loved the clouds so free,
I began to unlink, the links in my mind;
I made them a chain, ’round the world to be,
Thoughts of love, link to link amongst mankind.
‘Tis not to be big, ’tis not to be small,
As things in the world since things have been;
Things, all the things, age by the years and fall,
Into dust, and the dust may not be seen.