I listen’d, but I could not hear— 205
I call’d, for I was wild with fear;
I knew ’twas hopeless, but my dread
Would not be thus admonished;
I call’d, and thought I heard a sound—
I burst my chain with one strong bound, 210
And rush’d to him:—I found him not,
I only stirr’d in this black spot,
I only lived—I only drew
The accursed breath of dungeon-dew;