Room, lone-kept; heart, self-immured
Which yet does agonize.
Dreaming's due time for release
Will all such vaporize!
Playing the helpless martyr
To fate, when in its name
A vision, angel-brightly
Bursting the shyest cell
Does, with hope, expand too well
His outlook. Love's a-flame!
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