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IMPRISONED

The last half-hour is come and past,
The last good-bye is said,
The outer door is shut, the last
Faint echo fallen dead.
My heart too is shut fast, shut fast,
Close barred with bars of lead.
None may come in, none may go out;
I sit apart alone;
Long days I sit, silent, in doubt
If the heart be turned to stone;
Long months—and then one day, a shout;—
At once the walls fall down.