And all day long in my madness, “They’ve murdered her!”[441] I cried.
They locked me away from my fellows,—put me in cruel[442] chains,
It seems I had seized a weapon to beat out the surgeon’s brains.
I cried in my wild, mad fury, that he was a devil[443] sent
To gloat o’er the frenzied anguish with which my heart was rent.
I spent that night with the irons heavy upon my wrists,
And my wife lay dead quite near[444] me. I beat[445] with my fettered fists,
Beat at my prison panels, and then—O God!—and then
I heard the shrieks of women[446] and the tramp of hurrying men.
I heard the cry, “Ship a-fire!” caught up by a hundred throats,