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A double dungeon wall and wave .
Have made—and like a living grave.
Below the surface of the lake
The dark vault lies wherein we lay,
We heard it ripple night and day;

Sounding o’er our heads it knock'd ;
And I have felt the winter's spray
Wash through the bars when winds were high
And wanton in the happy sky;

And then the very rock hath rock'd,

And I have felt it shake, unshock’d,
Because I could have smiled to see
The Death that would have set me free.

VII.

I said my nearer brother pined,
I said his mighty heart declined,
He loath'd and put away his food;
It was not that 'twas coarse and rude,
For we were used to hunter's fare,
And for the like had little care :
The milk drawn from the mountain goat
Was changed for water from the moat,
Our bread was such as captive's tears
Have moisten’d many a thousand years,
Since man first pent his fellow men
Like brutes within an iron den :
But what were these to us or him?
These wasted not his heart or limb;
My brother's soul was of that mold
Which in a palace had grown cold,
llad his free breathing been denied
The range of the steep mountain's side;
But why delay the truth?-he died.

I saw and could not hold his head,
Nor reach his dying hand-nor dead,
Though hard I strove, but strove in vain,
To rend and gnash my bonds in twain.
He died—and they unlocked his chain,
And scoop'd for him a shallow grave
Even from the cold earth of our cave.
I begg'd them, as a boon, to lay
His corse in dust whereon the day
Might shine-it was a foolish thought,
But then within my brain it wrought,
That even in death his freeborn breast
In such a dungeon could not rest.
I might have spared my idle prayer-
They coldly laughid-apd laid him there :
The flat and turfless earth above
The being we so much did love;
His empty chain above it leant,
Such murder's fitting monument!

VIII.

But he, the favorite and the flower,
Most cherish'd since his natal hour,
His mother's image in fair face,
The infant love of all his race,
His martyred father's dearest thought,
My latest care, for whom I sought,
To hoard my life, that his might be
Less wretched now, and one day free;
He, too, who yet had held untired
A spirit natural or inspired
He, too, was struck, and day by day
Was withered on the stalk away.

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of Chillor.
Oh God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood :-
I've seen it rushing forth in blood,
I've seen it on the breaking ocean
Strive with a swoln convulsive motion;
I've seen the sick and ghastly bed
Of Sin delirious with its dread :
But these were horrors--this was woe
Unmix'd with such--but sure and slow :'.
He faded, and so calm and meek,
So softly worn, so sweetly weak,
So tearless, yet so tender-kind,
And grieved for those he left behind ; " "
With all the while a cheek whose bloom
Was as a mockery of the tomb,
Whose tints as gently sunk away
As a departing rainbow's raya ,
An eye of most transparent light,
That almost made the dungeon bright,
And not a word of marmur-not
A groan o'er his untimely lot,
A little talk of better days,
A little hope my owo to raise,
For I was sunk in silencelost
In this last loss, of all the most ;
And then the sighs he would suppress
Of fainting nature's feebleness,
More slowly drawn, grew less and less :
I listened, but I could not hear
I called, for I was wild with fear;
I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread
Would not be thus admonished ;

I called, and thought I heard a sound-
I burst my chain with one strong bound,
And rush'd to him :- I found him not :
I only stirr'd in this black spot,
I only lived-I only drew
The accursed breath of dungeon-dew;
The last - the sole—the deårest link
Between me and the eterpal brink,
Which bound me to my failing race,
Was broken in this fatal place..
One on the earth, and one beneath-
My brethers— both had ceased to breathe :
I took that hand which lay so still,
Alas! my own was full as chill;
I had not strength to stir, or strive, .
But felt that I was still alive-
A frantic feeling, when we know
That what we love shall ne'er be so.

I know not why

I could not die,
I had no earthly hope--but faith,
And that forbade a selfish death.

IX.

What next befell me then and there
I know not well-I never knew
First came the loss of light, and air,
And then of darkness too :
I had no thought, no feeling-none-
Among the stones I stood a stone,
And was, scarce conscious what I wist,
As shrubless crags within the mist;

For all was blank, and bleak, and grey, It was not night-it was not day, It was not even the dungeon-light, So hateful to my heavy sight, But yacancy absorbing space, And fixedness—without a place; . There were no stars--no earth-no timeNo check-no change-no good-no crimeBut silence, and a stirless breath, Which neither was of life nor death ; A sea of stagnant idleness, Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless!

X.

A light broke in upon my brain,

It was the carol of a bird ;
It ceased, and then it came again,

The sweetest song ear ever heard ;
And mine was thankful till my eyes
Ran over with the glad surprise,
And they that moment could not see
I was the mate of misery;
But then by dull degrees came back
My senses to their wonted track,
I saw the dungeon walls and floor
Close slowly round me as before;
I saw the glimmer of the sun
Creeping as it before had done;
But through the crevice where it came
That bird was perch'd, as fond and tamc,

And tamer than upon the tree :
A lovely bird, with azure wings,
And song that said a thousand things,

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