And that short space which yet for him remain’d,
Till with his limbs his faculties were chain’d:
He paced his narrow bounds some ease to find,
But found it not, - no comfort reach’d his mind:
Each sense was palsied; when he tasted food,
He sigh’d and said, “Enough - ’tis very good.”
Since his dread sentence, nothing seem’d to be
As once it was - he seeing could not see,
Nor hearing, hear aright; - when first I came
Within his view, I fancied there was shame,