Disgrace and grief he could not hide,
And poverty had laid him low:
Thus shame and sorrow working slow,
At length this humble spirit gave;
Madness on these began to grow,
And bound him to his fiends a slave.
Though the wild thoughts had touch’d his brain,
Then was he free: - So, forth he ran;
To soothe or threat, alike were vain:
He spake of fiends; look’d wild and wan;