Wearily, drearily,Half the day long,Flap the great bannersHigh over the stone;Strangely and eerilySounds the wind's song,Bending the banner-poles.
While, all alone,Watching the loophole's spark,Lie I, with life all dark,Feet tether'd, hands fetter'dFast to the stone,The grim walls, square-letter'dWith prison'd men's groan.
Still strain the banner-polesThrough the wind's song,Westward the banner rollsOver my wrong.
