The Inn of Dreams/The Prisoner of God
The Prisoner of God
Once long and long ago I knew delight. God gave my spirit wings and a glad voice. I was a bird that sang at dawn and noon, That sang at starry evening time and night; Sang at the sun's great golden doors, and furled Brave wings in the white gardens of the moon;That sang and soared beyond the dusty world.
Once long and long ago I did rejoice, But now I am a stone that falls and falls. A prisoner, cursing the blank prison walls, Helpless and dumb, with desperate eyes, that see The terrible beauty of those simple things My soul disdained when she was proud and free. And I can only pray: God pity me, God pity me and give me back my voice! God pity me and give me back my wings!