Immured

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! - Lily A. Long 1912

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