II
Two silent influences mainly move
The captive’s mind, not wholly sunk in sloth,
Nor lost in carnal craving—dangers both
That to the core the sterling manhood prove.
One is the sense of shrinkage, of the groove
In which the soul enshuttled—O how loth!—
Feels stoppage of life’s pulse, arrested growth,
Heart-sickness which no medicine can remove.
The other wakens when departing night
Throws up the windows of the spacious morn
Upon a new day pulsing with new light;
And from the hill the hunter with his horn
Sends down imagined valleys strains that smite
The spirit with the sense of something born.
Rastatt, 7th May