XLVII.
A generation had gone down unseen
Under the thin partition which is spread—
The thin partition of thin earth—between
The living and the dead.
XLVIII.
Nor did he many days to earth belong,
For like a pent-up stream, released again,
The years arrested by the strength of song,
Came down on him amain;
XLIX.
Sudden as a dissolving thaw in spring;
Gentle as when upon the first warm day,
Which sunny April in its train may bring,
The snow melts all away.
L.
They placed him in his former cell, and there
Watched him departing; what few words he said
Were of calm peace and gladness, with one care
Mingled—one only dread—