Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim wall, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 72 by PHILIP SIDNEY ADAM'S CURSE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS S. JOHN BAPTIST by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |