Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight
Escape — it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt —
'Tis not to sight the savior —
It is to be...
I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation
A flying attitude!
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars
Only to fail again!