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?
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?
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"?
That dead trees acquiesce and make my door,
That earth puts four fingers together and says:
"So much sky is yours. No more"?