Misunderstanding

We stand without, when just a single thrustOf hand, e'er so gently given,All barriers would break down, they mustFall, all locks riven,When upon the other side the "paper wall,"Another hand meets thine,Only waiting, as thou didst, allToo glad to cross the line.Strange, each heart should ache the sameFor other's cause. A lingering doubt,A simple wound, much less in name,So easy to escape and rout;But no, perverse Nature holds her sway,And binds her victims, day by day.