[02:56.00]His gaze, going past those bars, has got so misted
[02:56.00]with tiredness, it can take in nothing more.
[02:56.00]He feels as though a thousand bars existed,
[02:56.00]and no more world beyond them than before.
[02:56.00]Those supply powerful paddings, turning there
[02:56.00]in tiniest circles, well might be
[02:56.00]the dance of forces round a centre where
[02:56.00]some mighty will stands paralyticly.
[02:56.00]Just now and then the pupils' noiseless shutter
[02:56.00]is lifted. - Then an image will indart,
[02:56.00]down through the limbs' intensive stillness flutter,
[02:56.00]and end its being in the heart.
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