Her sickly wings at length enfeebled yield,
Too weak to scale the walls that bound his sight.
But Hope sat with him once, and cheered his day;
And raised his limbs, and kept his lamp alight;
Scared by his groans, at length she fled away;
And left him lone,—to spend one endless night.
What change to him, then, is the vault below,
From that where late the captive was confined?
But this,—a worm here eats his BODY now;
Whilst there it gnawed his slow decaying MIND.