<h3> <SPAN name="night"></SPAN> NIGHT IN THE CELL HOUSE </h3>
<p class="poem">
Tier over tier they rise to dizzy height—<br/>
The cells of men who know the world no more.<br/>
Silence intense from ceiling to the floor;<br/>
While through the window gleams a lone blue light<br/>
Which stabs the dark immensity of night.<br/>
Felt shod and ghostly like a shade of yore,<br/>
The guard comes shuffling down the corridor;<br/>
His key-ring jingles . . . and he glides from sight.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Oh, to forget the prison and its scars,<br/>
And face the breeze where ocean meets the land;<br/>
To watch the foam-crests dance with silver stars,<br/>
While long green waves come tumbling on the sand . . .<br/>
My brow is hot against the icy bars;<br/>
There is the smell of iron on my hand.<br/></p>
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