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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PRISONER, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: I count the dismal time by months and years
Last Line: Of sunlit hills transfigured to divine.
Subject(s): Prisons & Prisoners; Convicts
First Line: I count the dismal time by months and years
Last Line: Of sunlit hills transfigured to divine.
Subject(s): Prisons & Prisoners; Convicts
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-mute
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 fine:
While ever, with a visionary pain,
Past the precluded senses, sweep and shine
Streams, forests, glades, and many a golden train
Of sunlit hills transfigured to Divine.
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