XXXIII.
Her body, saved from enervating drain,
Shall lend a newer vigour to the brain;
Wide shall she roam in realms of untold thought,
Which ages since her shackled instinct sought;
For oft her prison had the yearnings heard,
In murmurings scarce rendered into word;—
Promptings which man suspicious strove to choke,
Lest that her soul should rise and break his timeworn yoke.