“Live thou on”—thus mocked the voice, wrapped in cruelest echo. Forged of passion, the fetters bound him to the lowly stone, and each fell strike rang through the hollow of ruins, for the garden once hight “Heart” lay long o'ergrown in bramble and thorn.
By the world reviled, he cleft his ears, did blind his eyes, and scorched the strings of speech; and mindless in tread, did he drag behind him the very chamber of his chains.
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