I never hear the word 'escape'
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Nature And God—i Neither Knew
- We Do Not Play On Graves
- When I Hoped, I Recollect
- There Came A Wind Like A Bugle
- I Meant To Find Her When I Came