<h3> <SPAN name="shadows"></SPAN> PRISON SHADOWS </h3>
<p class="poem">
Like grey-winged phantoms out of sullen skies<br/>
They flood our cells and seem to fashion there<br/>
I know not what dim landscapes of despair;<br/>
All day we feel them lurking in our eyes.<br/>
At night they fall like crosses, sombre-wise,<br/>
Upon the shameful uniforms we wear,<br/>
Upon the brow, the face, the hand, the hair;<br/>
And on each heart their shadow always lies.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
O heart of mine, why throb with futile rage<br/>
And beat and beat against these hopeless bars?<br/>
For, though you break in life's last deadly swoon,<br/>
You cannot pierce beyond this iron cage<br/>
To see the pulsing splendor of the stars<br/>
Or feel the blue-green magic of the moon!<br/></p>
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