Emily Dickinson - A Prison gets to be a friend lyrics

652 A Prison gets to be a friend Between its Ponderous face And Ours — a Kinsmanship express And in its narrow Eyes We come to look with gratitude For the appointed Beam It deal us — stated as our food And hungered for — the same We learn to know the Planks That answer to Our feet So miserable a sound — at first Nor ever now — so sweet As plashing in the Pools When Memory was a Boy But a Demurer Circuit A Geometric Joy The Posture of the Key That interrupt the Day To Our Endeavor — Not so real The Check of Liberty As this Phantasm Steel Whose features — Day and Night Are present to us — as Our Own And as escapeless — quite The narrow Round — the Stint The slow exchange of Hope For something pa**iver — Content Too steep for looking up The Liberty we knew Avoided — like a Dream Too wide for any Night but Heaven If That — indeed — redeem