The darkness of my dim abode 360
Fell on me as a heavy load;
It was as is a new-dug grave,
Closing o’er one we sought to save,
And yet my glance, too much opprest,
Had almost need of such a rest. 365
XIV.
It might be months, or years, or days,
I kept no count—I took no note,
I had no hope my eyes to raise,