cell, poor little cell,

distended with pain,

torn with the pressure

of currents of effort

resisted in vain;

feeling sweep by you

the stream of nutrition,

unable to take;

crushed flat and inactive,

while shudder across you

great forces that wake;

alone—while far voices

across all the shouting

call you to your own;

held fast, fastened close,

surrounded, enveloped,

how you starve there alone!

cell, poor little cell,

let the pain pass—don’t hold it!

let the effort pass through you!

let go! and give way!

you will find your own place;

you will join your own people;

see the light of your day!