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PRISONERS by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY

First Line: FATE, THE GAOLER, FLUNG US DOWN TOGETHER
Last Line: IN WEBS OF SYMPATHY.
Subject(s): PRISONS & PRISONERS; CONVICTS;
FATE, the gaoler, flung us down together
In a dungeon by the sea;
Our ankles were sore fretted by the irons,
We had nor file, nor key.
Then of our hair we took the fine, soft tresses,
And wove them carefully,
And stooping down we swathed each other's fetters
In webs of sympathy.



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