Will find me—whether distant or at hand,
As I am free to do my spiriting.
"At such mere first glance thou shalt understand
Wherefore I reach no higher up the room
Than door or window, when my form is scanned.
"Howe'er friends' faces please to gather gloom,
Bent o'er the sick,—howe'er himself desponds,—
In such case Death is not the sufferer's doom.
"Contrariwise, do friends rejoice my bonds
Are broken, does the captive in his turn