Their guardian set galley-slaves
To supple chained limbs grown stiff;
Unmanacled trulls and knaves—
The lash for who misbehaves!
And a gloom was, all the while,
Deeper and deeper yet
O'ergrowing the rank and file
Of that army of haters—set
To mimic love's fever-fret.
By the wall-side close I crept,