My heart turn'd sick, my brain grew sore, I saw the trees like drunkards reel, And a slight flash sprang o'er my eyes, Can die no more than then I died. 510 515 "My thoughts came back; where was I? Cold, And numb, and giddy: pulse by pulse Life reassumed its lingering hold, And throb by throb,-till grown a pang Which for a moment would convulse, 540 My blood reflow'd, though thick and chill; My heart began once more to thrill; 545 550 555 Spreads through the shadow of the night, To stretch beyond the sight; And here and there a speck of white, In the dim waste would indicate 575 580 585 My limbs were bound; my force had fail'd, 600 With feeble effort still I tried Perchance, had they been free. To rend the bonds so starkly tied, And fill'd the earth, from his deep throne, 1 Werst or verst. A Russian unit of length, measuring nearly two thirds 635 of an English mile. Methought I heard a courser neigh, A trampling troop; I see them come! I strove to cry-my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are they the reins to guide? A thousand horse, and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscarr'd by spur or rod, Came thickly thundering on, As if our faint approach to meet; 640 645 650 On came the troop-they saw him stoop, They saw me strangely bound along 665 670 |