And they seemed joyous each and all;[33]

The eagle rode the rising blast,

Methought he never flew so fast

As then to me he seemed to fly;

And then new tears came in my eye,

And I felt troubled—and would fain

I had not left my recent chain;

And when I did descend again,

The darkness of my dim abode360

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Fell on me as a heavy load;

It was as is a new-dug grave,

Closing o'er one we sought to save,—

And yet my glance, too much opprest,

Had almost need of such a rest.

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XIV.

It might be months, or years, or days—

I kept no count, I took no note—

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