My prison has its pleasures. Every day At breakfast-time, spare meal of milk and bread, Sparrows come trooping in familiar way With head aside beseeching to be fed. A spider too for me has spun her thread Across the prison rules, and a brave mouse Watches in sympathy the warders' tread, These two my fellow-prisoners in the house. But about dusk in the rooms opposite I see lamps lighted, and upon the blind A shadow passes all the evening through. It is the gaoler's daughter fair and kind And full of pity (so I image it) Till the stars rise, and night begins anew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT MUST WIN by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER JOAN OF ARC IN RHEIMS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS HYMN: 32. THE NATIVITY OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST by CHRISTOPHER SMART EPITAPH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONNET: 1 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |