Classic Poem

Four gray walls, four gray walls,
One green window-space;
Four gray walls—high up on one
The crucifix has place.

Four gray walls, four gray walls,
Ere the eye can trace,
Past the high-hung crucifix,
The window's green leaf-lace.

Four gray walls, four gray walls—
O the four-square grayness palls
Of my prison-space!
Dying Christ be thankéd for
One green window's grace.