Read the excerpt from "The Ballad of Reading Gaol [Jail]” by Oscar Wilde.
The moaning wind went wandering round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning-steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind! what had we done
To have such a seneschal [steward]?
At last I saw the shadowed bars
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the whitewashed wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that somewhere in the world
God's dreadful dawn was red.
The imagery in these lines help the reader understand that the speaker
fears the arrival of morning.
has not slept well during the night.
needs shelter from the wind.
feels confused about where he is.
