Oh, God did cunningly, there at Babel -
Not mere tongues dividing, but soul from soul,
So that never again should men be able
To fashion one infinite, towering whole.

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"Babel by Lola Ridge" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2017. Web. 30 Apr. 2017. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/25883>.

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