She beats upon her bolted door,
With faint weak hands;
Drearily walks the narrow floor;
Sullenly sits, blank walls before;
Despairing stands.
Life calls her, Duty, Pleasure, Gain-
Her dreams respond;
But the blank daylights wax and wane,
Dull peace, sharp agony, slow pain-
No hope beyond.
Till she comes a thought! She lifts her head,
The world grows wide!
A voice-as if clear words were said-
“Your door, O long imprison?d,
Is locked inside!”
(Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman)
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