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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