652 <br /> <br />A Prison gets to be a friend— <br />Between its Ponderous face <br />And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— <br />And in its narrow Eyes— <br /> <br />We come to look with gratitude <br />For the appointed Beam <br />It deal us—stated as our food— <br />And hungered for—the same— <br /> <br />We learn to know the Planks— <br />That answer to Our feet— <br />So miserable a sound—at first— <br />Nor ever now—so sweet— <br /> <br />As plashing in the Pools— <br />When Memory was a Boy— <br />But a Demurer Circuit— <br />A Geometric Joy— <br /> <br />The Posture of the Key <br />That interrupt the Day <br />To Our Endeavor—Not so real <br />The Check of Liberty— <br /> <br />As this Phantasm Steel— <br />Whose features—Day and Night— <br />Are present to us—as Our Own— <br />And as escapeless—quite— <br /> <br />The narrow Round—the Stint— <br />The slow exchange of Hope— <br />For something passiver—Content <br />Too steep for lookinp up— <br /> <br />The Liberty we knew <br />Avoided—like a Dream— <br />Too wide for any Night but Heaven— <br />If That—indeed—redeem—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prison-gets-to-be-a-friend/
