Thought on thought of bitter sadness, dissipating hope and
gladness,
Goading me to worse than madness, crowded on me by the
score;
Ne'er before incarcerated, how that Peeler's form I hated,
Cries for freedom, unabated—'wrenched from out my bosom's
core'—
Broke upon the midnight stillness, "Robert, set me free
once more!"
Quoth the Peeler, "Never more!"