With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From a leper in his lair.
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From a leper in his lair.
Wilde - Ballad of Reading Gaol