A strange cold shuddering dread comes o’er me, all
The up-heaped wretchedness of time.
Here dwells she now behind this damp cold wall,
And dear delusion was her only crime!
Fear’st thou to go to her?
Tremblest to meet her eye?
Quick! thy delay but brings her death more nigh.
[He seizes the lock. Singing heard from within.
My mother, the wanton,
That choked my breath![n16]