I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread I call'd, and thought I heard a sound The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; Between me and the eternal brink, BONNIVARD ALONE. (PRISONER OF CHILLON, Stanzas 9-14.) 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, There were no stars - no earth- - no time No check no change no good But silence, and a stirless breath Which neither was of life nor death; A sea of stagnant idleness, Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless! A light broke in upon my brain, · The sweetest song ear ever heard, But then by dull degrees came back But through the crevice where it came That bird was perch'd, as fond and tame, I never saw its like before, I ne'er shall see its likeness more: It seem'd like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine! Or if it were, in winged guise, A visitant from Paradise; For-Heaven forgive that thought! the while Which made me both to weep and smile I sometimes deem'd that it might be And then 't was mortal - well I knew; And left me twice so doubly lone Lone Lone as the corse within its shroud, as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay. A kind of change came in my fate, With links unfasten'd did remain, And it was liberty to stride Along my cell from side to side, And up and down, and then athwart, And round the pillars one by one, My brothers' graves without a sod; I made a footing in the wall, It was not therefrom to escape, For I had buried one and all Who loved me in a human shape; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me: No child no sire no kin had I, No partner in my misery; I thought of this, and I was glad, For thought of them had made me mad; To my barr'd windows, and to bend I saw them and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame; On high their wide long lake below, A small green isle, it seem'd no more, The fish swam by the castle wall, And they seem'd joyous each and all; |