Drawing a life from human woes.
Yes! I was mad, and in my strength
I spurned the dungeon’s hated ground,
Hurled from my limbs the chain, at length,
And thus my birth-right freedom found.
I saw the glorious stars again—
Once more I gazed upon the main
Whose billows e’en in boyhood were
My playmates, when their crested forms
Rushed up like ministers of Fear