As if a captive from his dull cold cell
Might soar at once, on charter’d wing, to range
The realms of starr’d infinity! Away!
Vain mockery of a bridal wreath! The hour
For which stem patience ne’er kept watch in vain
Is come; and I may give my bursting heart
Full and indignant scope. Now, Eribert!
Believe in retribution! What! proud man!
Prince, ruler, conqueror! didst thou deem heaven slept?
“Or that the unseen, immortal ministers,