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They shut me up in Prose –
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet –
Because they liked me ″still″ –

 

Still! Could themself have peeped –
And seen my Brain – go round –
They might as wise have lodged
a Bird
For Treason – in the Pound –

 

Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
+Look down opon Captivity –
And laugh – No more have I –

 

+ Abolish his –