Or passion, I have wrong’d; such pardon free
As mortals hope from heaven, accord that man to me!”
LXXII.
But all is silence; and a gush of tears
Alone replies! He hath not been of those
Who, fear’d by many, pine in secret fears
Of all; th’ environ’d but by slaves and foes,
To whom day brings not safety, night repose,
For they have heard the voice cry, “Sleep no more!”
Of them he hath not been, nor such as close