Chapter IX

In sickness and in sorrow, how the breast
Will garner its affections in their home!
Like stricken bird that cowers within its nest,
And feels no more an anxiousness to roam;
While a thick darkness, like a cloud, comes o'er
The gallant spirit;--it can rise no more
To wing its way, as if it sought the sky,
But falls to earth, forlorn, as though it fell to die.