The Myall in Prison
Lone, lone and lone I stand,
With none to hear my cry.
As the black feet of the night
Go walking down the sky.
The stars they seem but dust
Under those passing feet,
As they, for an instant's space,
Flicker and flame and fleet.
So, on my heart, my grief
Hangs with the weight of doom,
And the black feet of its night
Go walking through my room.
With none to hear my cry.
As the black feet of the night
Go walking down the sky.
The stars they seem but dust
Under those passing feet,
As they, for an instant's space,
Flicker and flame and fleet.
So, on my heart, my grief
Hangs with the weight of doom,
And the black feet of its night
Go walking through my room.
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