X.

But so my spirit’s fever’d longings wrought, Wakening, it might be, to the faint, sad sound, That from the darkness of the walls they brought A loved scene round me, visibly around.[301] Yes! kindling, spreading, brightening, hue by hue, Like stars from midnight, through the gloom, it grew, That haunt of youth, hope, manhood!--till the bound Of my shut cavern seem’d dissolved, and I Girt by the solemn hills and burning pomp of sky.