THE LION-HOUSE

THE LION-HOUSE

Alwaysthe heavy air,The dreadful cage, the lowMurmur of voices, whereSome Force goes to and froIn an immense despair!As through a hauntedbrain—With tireless footfallsThe Obsession moves again,Trying the floor, the walls,Forever, but in vain.In vain, proud Force! A might,Shrewder than yours, did spinAround your rage that brightPrison of steel, whereinYou pace for my delight.And O, my heart, what Doom,What warier Will has wroughtThe cage, within whose roomPaces your burning thought,For the delight of Whom?

Alwaysthe heavy air,The dreadful cage, the lowMurmur of voices, whereSome Force goes to and froIn an immense despair!As through a hauntedbrain—With tireless footfallsThe Obsession moves again,Trying the floor, the walls,Forever, but in vain.In vain, proud Force! A might,Shrewder than yours, did spinAround your rage that brightPrison of steel, whereinYou pace for my delight.And O, my heart, what Doom,What warier Will has wroughtThe cage, within whose roomPaces your burning thought,For the delight of Whom?

Alwaysthe heavy air,The dreadful cage, the lowMurmur of voices, whereSome Force goes to and froIn an immense despair!

Alwaysthe heavy air,

The dreadful cage, the low

Murmur of voices, where

Some Force goes to and fro

In an immense despair!

As through a hauntedbrain—With tireless footfallsThe Obsession moves again,Trying the floor, the walls,Forever, but in vain.

As through a hauntedbrain—

With tireless footfalls

The Obsession moves again,

Trying the floor, the walls,

Forever, but in vain.

In vain, proud Force! A might,Shrewder than yours, did spinAround your rage that brightPrison of steel, whereinYou pace for my delight.

In vain, proud Force! A might,

Shrewder than yours, did spin

Around your rage that bright

Prison of steel, wherein

You pace for my delight.

And O, my heart, what Doom,What warier Will has wroughtThe cage, within whose roomPaces your burning thought,For the delight of Whom?

And O, my heart, what Doom,

What warier Will has wrought

The cage, within whose room

Paces your burning thought,

For the delight of Whom?

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