````In a milk-white prison, with only one
````Round window opening to the sun,
````Raving and raging in vain despair
````Like a wounded lion in his lair,
````I have a captive. He can't get out,
````For I hold the door with my fingers stout.=
`````"But how can you hold this captive wild,
````You, who are only a little child?"
````Ay, that's the riddle, how can I, say?
````And I had another yesterday..
````You'll never guess, I'll have to tell;
````You don't read riddles very well.=
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````By the garden-walk I chanced to see
````In a foxglove flower a bumble-bee;
````And when he was fairly sipping the honey,
````I fastened him into this prison funny.
````It's long and hollow and flat, you see,
````The very jail for a bumble-bee!=
````Yes, it is a pity to shut him up,
````Though his jail is a lovely foxglove cup!
````So I 'll toss the flower that I picked, away,
````And I won't catch another bee to-day;
````For he beats so fiercely his prison-wall,
````I know that he doesn't like it at all!
--MRS. KATE UPSON CARLSON
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