The Golden Darkness/The Punishment

THE PUNISHMENT.

What wrong have I done in the dark dead years
To deserve this attic five stories high,
With this low black door and this little window
That frames nothing but the sky?

What have I done in the dark dead years?
What nameless sin that can never rest
Bids mother earth to hold me so high
Away from her warm living breast?

Oh, what have I done in the dark dead years
That dead trees acquiesce and make my door,
That earth puts four fingers together and says:
"So much sky is yours. No more"?