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In Prison
William Morris, 1858

1    Wearily, drearily,
2    Half the day long,
3    Flap the great banners
4    High over the stone;
5    Strangely and eerily
6    Sounds the wind's song,
7    Bending the banner-poles.

8    While, all alone,
9    Watching the loophole's spark,
10   Lie I, with life all dark,
11   Feet tether'd, hands fetter'd
12   Fast to the stone,
13   The grim walls, square-letter'd
14   With prison'd men's groan.

15   Still strain the banner-poles
16   Through the wind's song,
17   Westward the banner rolls
18   Over my wrong. 
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