I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky.


Pt. I, st. 3. - The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898)


I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.