The Panther Songtext
von Anne Clark

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.