How quiet and how bright!
I nothing hear, nor aught can hear
Me when I speak, but stone and iron that I fear;
I, shunned by all, as if alone I'd go to Hell;
I, alone in chains! Ah, me, the cruel spell
That brought me here. Heaven could not cheer me
Within these cursed walls—within this dark and dreary cell,
This gloomy, cold, and solitary Hell.
And thou, O Time! the only thing that's not my foe—
O Time! O Time! thou passeth on so slow,