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Prisoner, The

Prisoner, The

A strange wild music to the prisoners ears,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
As strange to me as dreamread•99csw•coms of distant spheres
Of sunlit hills transfigured to Divine.
While ever, with a visionary pain,
Pasread.99csw.comt 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 by the read.99csw.comdistance, till the brain
Grows dim with fancies which it feels too
Met mine upon my lips. Now earth appears
Or thoughts九*九*藏*書 of Heaven we weep at. Natures lute
Streams, forests, glades, and many a golden train
I count the dismal time by months and years