It has been the finest night.         
             
When dark windows fall into the light.                                                           ­   
When shadows call:

"Whence did you come?"    
                      
From rattled bones and twisted tongue?                                                
Of half-wit souls with broken lungs?                                            
And who are you to hold the sun?            
And who are you that holds the gun?                                                    

These bars,                                                  

They hold in every one.