Oxford and Cambridge Magazine, March 1856, 230.
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 tether’d, hands fetter’d Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square letter’d, With prison’d men’s groan.
"Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind’s song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.
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The Defence of Guenevere [247-48]
IN PRISON.
Wearily, dreaily, 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 tether’d, hands fetter’d Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square letter’d With prison’d men’s groan.
[148] Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind’s song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.
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