The Prisoner by Emily Bronte

A fragment. In the dungeon-crypts idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; “Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder stern!” He dared not say me nay–the hinges harshly turn. “Our guests are darkly lodged,” I whisper’d, gazing through The vault, whose grated eye showed heaven more gray than blue; (This was when […]