I went into my loathsome chamber
Cold as death you may remember
Stayed there night and day for
Many a year
‘Twas a sentence so Fantastic
In my cell, which was monastic,
Where I lay upon a
Stark Funereal bier.
There my heart and
Soul were silenced
Stifled by an icy violence
No excuse accepted
Neither Moan nor tear.
This stark Hell,
You may have noticed,
Will not answer to a protest.
How can even Satan
Make a world so drear?
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