He does not sit with silent men [Who watch him night and day;] (Who watch him when he tries to weep,) And when he tries to pray; [Who watch him lest himself should rob] (The prison of its prey.) He does not wake at dawn to see [Dread figures throng his room,] (The shivering Chaplain robed in white,) The Sheriff stern with gloom, [And the Governor all in shiny black,] (With the yellow face of Doom.) He does not know that sickening thirst [That sands one's throat, before] (The hangman with his gardener's gloves) Slips through the padded door, [And binds one with three leathern thongs,] (That the throat may thirst no more.) He does not sit with silent men [Who watch him night and day;] (Who watch him when he tries to weep,) And when he tries to pray; [Who watch him lest himself should rob] (The prison of its prey.) [field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field; field;] [end]
