A double dungeon wall and wave

Have made—and like a living grave.

Below the surface of the lake[19][12]

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The dark vault lies wherein we lay:

We heard it ripple night and day;

Sounding o'er our heads it knocked;

And I have felt the winter's spray

Wash through the bars when winds were high120

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And wanton in the happy sky;

And then the very rock hath rocked,

And I have felt it shake, unshocked,[13]

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 loathed and put away his food;

It was not that 'twas coarse and rude,

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