1Or in thy cedarn prison thou waitest for the bee:
2Far overhead the echoes of his voice hummed on awhile among the cedarn rafters.
3These balconies have heard the sighs of passion without selfishness; those cedarn alleys have admitted only vows that were never broken.
4And he put his joy in the scorn of men, as the miser shuts his gold in a cedarn chest, locked with a triple lock.