Forgotten Ground Regained
In Prison
First published in William Morris, The Defence of Guenevere, and Other Poems (1858)
Wearily, drearily,Half the day long,Flap the great bannersHigh over the stone;Strangely and eerilySounds the wind's song,Bending the banner-poles.While, all alone,Watching the loophole's spark,Lie I, with life all dark,Feet tether'd, hands fetter'dFast to the stone,The grim walls, square-letter'dWith prison'd men's groan.Still strain the banner-polesThrough the wind's song,Westward the banner rollsOver my wrong.
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