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   
It is my breast I beat, O bond and blind!

Source: Poetry (November 1912).

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This poem originally appeared in the November 1912 issue of Poetry magazine

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November 1912

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Miss Long is a young American, some of whose poems have appeared in various magazines.

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SUBJECT Nature, The Body

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