As on a hidden voyage fast confined A captive in his dungeon hears forlorn Free winds and waves, and muffled voices borne From fleeting shores unknown, soon left behind; And hearing, beats against his narrow walls And strives to pierce them, that the moving skies May lay his path in light before his eyes: So hears my fettered soul, at intervals, An outer world breathe near, and tries the bond And compa** of her prison, seeking still To force some secret port, from whose wide sill She, haply might look forth on light beyond, And see, for weal or woe, in Truth's pure ray, The mystery of Life's Voyage wane away.