Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Prisoned within these walls, — I think of you. Lightly the snowflake falls, — The rain too. Now it is rain, and now — The snow again. Within — I know not how — — 'Tis only rain. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments