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 Dickinsonbr br