So long witheld, fill'd his collapsing lungs,
He shouted rapturously,
"Am I alive?
Or have I burst the gates of death, and found
A second Eden?"
The unwonted sound
Of his own voice, freed from the drear constraint
Of prison durance, swell'd his thrilling frame
With strong and joyous impulse, for 'tis said
Long stifled utterance is torturing pain