And clear them of their dreary mote;
At last men came to set me free, 370
I ask’d not why, and reck’d not where.
It was at length the same to me,
Fetter’d or fetterless to be,
I learn’d to love despair.
And thus when they appear’d at last, 375
And all my bonds aside were cast,
These heavy walls to me had grown
A hermitage—and all my own!