IMMURED

Within this narrow cell that I call "me",

I was imprisoned ere the worlds began,

And all the worlds must run, as first they ran,

In silver star-dust, ere I shall be free.

I beat my hands against the walls and find

It is my breast I beat, O bond and blind!

_Lily A. Long_

Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, Volume 01 October-March, 1912-13 · 第 27 / 157 题