[Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde | ||
SONNET
The friendless captive in his lonely towerWhich air and light and liberty denies,
Forgotten victim of despotic power
Consumes his bitter life in useless sighs:
For him in vain suns rise, and set, and rise,
And moons of tranquil beauty wax and wane,
On the calm azure of the star-lit skies,
For mountain, stream, and wood, and earth and main,
Are hid forever from his grief-worn eyes,
Which drop their fruitless tears like desert rain,
Only to rust the more his cankered chain.
So I heart-prisoned, from whose love hope flies
Reft of all life, save what is wrung from pain,
In darkness nurse the worm that never dies!
[Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde | ||