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Prisoner, The

Prisoner, The

A strange wild music to the prisoners ears,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
As strange to me as dreamhttps://read.99csw.coms of distant spheres
Of sunlit hills transfigured to Divine.
While ever, with a visionary pai九_九_藏_書n,
Past the precluded senses, sweep and Rhine
Since last I felt the green sward under foot,
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And the great breath of all things summer-
Sounds on, behind this door so closely shut,
Dilated bhttps://read.99csw.comy the distance, till the brain
Grows dim with fancies which it feels too
Met mine upon my lips. Now earth appears
Or thoughttps://read.99csw•comhts of Heaven we weep at. Natures lute
Streams, forests, glades, and many a golden train
I count the dismal time by months and years