She beats upon her bolted door, With faint weak hands; Drearily walks the narrow floor; Sullenly sits, blank walls before; Despairing stands. Life calls her, Duty, Pleasure, Gain- Her dreams respond; But the blank daylights wax and wane, Dull peace, sharp agony, slow pain- No hope beyond. Till she comes a thought! She lifts her head, The world grows wide! A voice-as if clear words were said- "Your door, O long imprisoned, Is locked inside!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DON JUAN: CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE OLD SHIPS by JAMES ELROY FLECKER DANUBE AND THE EUXINE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE LAST MAN: A RUFFIAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |