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The Prisoner

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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I count the dismal time by months and years     Since last I felt the green sward under foot,     And the great breath of all things summer     Met mine upon my lips. Now earth appears     As strange to me as dreams of distant spheres     Or thoughts of Heaven we weep at. Nature's lute     Sounds on, behind this door so closely shut,     A strange wild music to the prisoner's ears,     Dilated by the distance, till the brain     Grows dim with fancies which it feels too     While ever, with a visionary pain,     Past the precluded senses, sweep and Rhine     Streams, forests, glades, and many a golden train     Of sunlit hills transfigured to Divine.

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

About Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) was one of the most prominent English poets of the Victorian era. Her "Sonnets from the Portuguese" are among the most famous love poems in English, and her verse novel "Aurora Leigh" addressed women's roles in society and art.

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