And left tse world an universal blank.”
From The Literary Gazette.
——:o:——
An Elegy,
Written in the King’s Bench Prison.
The turnkey rings the bell for shutting out,
The visitor walks slowly to the gate;
The debtor chum-ward hastes in idle rout,
And leaves the Bench to darkness, me, and fate.
Now fades the high-spiked wall upon the sight,