We heard it ripple night and day;
Sounding o’er our heads it knock’d;
And I have felt the winter’s spray
Wash through the bars when winds were high, 120
And wanton in the happy sky;
And then the very rock hath rock’d.
And I have felt it shake, unshock’d,
Because I could have smiled to see
The death that would have set me free. 125
VII.