Sonnet XIX "Ascent"

So sit the Wise, enshrined in Gold,
Entombed within their brilliant halls,
Extolling praise for Laws of Old
That live but solely in their walls.
Without, the Free enlightened roam
at once unique, at once the same.
Within, the Trapped sift through the loam,
By Wisdom bound in Wisdom's shame.
Asylum walls, though, shake and fall.
Each day the cage has lesser strength;
One day the Trapped shall Free stand tall.
Each day the wait has shorter length.
The dawning day when Old gods die
Brings wings to those who long to fly.