With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
Wilde - Selected Poems
