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THE PRISON WALL
The future is mine own, mine own;
I muse and make it what I will;—
A monarch on an airy throne,
A daisy on a silent hill.
I muse and make it what I will;—
A monarch on an airy throne,
A daisy on a silent hill.
With doubting heart and breaking tear
The present I excuse, deny:
There is one space undimmed and clear
That may portend a sunnier sky.
The present I excuse, deny:
There is one space undimmed and clear
That may portend a sunnier sky.
But ah! the past; her back was turned.
I spoke and praised her; when she heard,
Her eye in silent anger burned,
And dumbly fell the unuttered word.
I spoke and praised her; when she heard,
Her eye in silent anger burned,
And dumbly fell the unuttered word.
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