They shut me up in Prose --

They shut me up in Prose -- As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet -- Because they liked me "still" --

Still! Could themself have peeped -- And seen my Brain -- go round -- They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason -- in the Pound --

Himself has but to will And easy as a Star Abolish his Captivity -- And laugh -- No more have I --