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Thrice, the great fadeless lights of heaven / The moon, and the eternal sun / As God's unchanging law was given, / Have each their course appointed run. / Three times the Earth, her mighty way / Hath measured o'er a shoreless sea; / While hopeless still from day, to day, / I've sat in lone captivity; / Listening the wind, and River's moan, / Wakening my wild harp's solemn tone, / And longing to be free.
Blondel! my heart seems cold, and dead; / My soul, has lost its ancient might; / The sun of chivalry is fled / And dark despair's, unholy night / Above me closes still and deep; / While wearily each lapsing day / Leads onward, to the last, long sleep; / The hour when all shall pass away; / When King, and Captive, Lord, and Slave / Must rest unparted, in the grave / A mass of soulless clay.