Anne Clark The Panther song lyrics

His gaze, going past those bars, has got so misted

with tiredness, it can take in nothing more.

He feels as though a thousand bars existed,

and no more world beyond them than before.

Those supply powerful paddings, turning there

in tiniest circles, well might be

the dance of forces round a centre where

some mighty will stands paralyticly.

Just now and then the pupils' noiseless shutter

is lifted. - Then an image will indart,

down through the limbs' intensive stillness flutter,

and end its being in the heart.