Dim with a dull imprisoned ray,30

30

A sunbeam which hath lost its way,[15]

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And through the crevice and the cleft

Of the thick wall is fallen and left;

Creeping o'er the floor so damp,

Like a marsh's meteor lamp:[7]

And in each pillar there is a ring,[8]

And in each ring there is a chain;

That iron is a cankering thing,

For in these limbs its teeth remain,

With marks that will not wear away,40

40

Till I have done with this new day,

Which now is painful to these eyes,

Which have not seen the sun so rise

For years—I cannot count them o'er,

I lost their long and heavy score

When my last brother drooped and died,

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