Which o’er their heads, bringing no respite, past;
And they must mingle still their drink with tears,
While fell upon them thicker and more fast
The shafts of anguish;—yet for him at last,
The noblest sufferer of this suffering band,
The hour of his deliverance was at hand.
VII.
For once, when they as usual passed before
His vault, and softly called him, no reply
Might they obtain;—but listening at the door,