| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Immured | | By Lily A. Long |
| | | WITHIN this narrow cell that I call me, | |
| I was imprisoned ere the worlds began, | |
| And all the worlds must run, as first they ran, | |
| In silver star-dust, ere I shall be free. | |
| I beat my hands against the walls and find | 5 |
| It is my breast I beat, O bond and blind! | | | | |
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