But from that bondage when her thoughts were freed 5
She rose, and toward the close-shut casement drew,
Whence the poor unregarded Favourite, true
To old affections, had been heard to plead
With flapping wing for entrance. What a shriek
Forced from that voice so lately tuned to a strain 10
Of harmony!——a shriek of terror, pain,
And self-reproach! for, from aloft, a Kite
Pounced,——and the Dove, which from its ruthless beak
She could not rescue, perished in her sight!