A Good Knight In Prison

Wearily, drearily,
Half the day long,
Flap the great banners
High over the stone;
Strangely and eerily
Sounds the wind's song,
Bending the banner-poles.

While, all alone,
Watching the loophole's spark,
Lie I, with life all dark,
Feet tether'd, hands fetter'd
Fast to the stone,
The grim walls, square-letter'd
With prison'd men's groan.

Still strain the banner-poles
Through the wind's song,
Westward the banner rolls
Over my wrong.

by William Morris

Comments (2)

I've read a short bio of Morris, and it didn't mention any imprisonment.
This poem, by William Morris, is not entitled 'A Good Knight in Prison', but 'In Prison'. A different poem by William Morris is entitled 'A Good Knight In Prison'.