Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim wall, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE IN WOODS by GEORGE MEREDITH THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI POLITICAL GREATNESS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH STANZAS ADDRESSED TO PERCY BYSSHE SHELLY by BERNARD BARTON REBECCA; WHO SLAMMED DOORS FOR FUN AND PERISHED MISERABLY by HILAIRE BELLOC |