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LAS, O Lovely One, Imprisoned here, I tap; thou answerest not,
 * I doubt, and fear.

Yet transparent as glass these walls,
 * If thou lean near.

Last dusk, at those high bars
 * There came, scarce-heard,

Claws, fluttering feathers.
 * Of deluded bird—

With one shrill, scared, faint note
 * The silence stirred.

Rests in that corner.
 * In puff of dust, a straw—

Vision of harvest-fields
 * I never saw,

Of strange green streams and hills,
 * Forbidden by law.