Thou fettered by Silence? Why, thy voice
Called up the Dawn and bade Day rejoice.
Thou circled by shadows? Why, thine eyes
Were forest pools beneath starry skies.
And Day might have claimed, to illume his crown,
Their starlight tangled in deeps of brown.
With what reluctance, and with what dread,
I, who loved thee living, have sought thee dead.
And all unwilling, my feet were drawn
By a will compelling that led them on.