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Rh And in his dreams he life and death Confounds, remembers, and forgets; And fearful struggling every breath, And sigh he gives besets. And in a world of darkness seems As now to stray; feels fear and cold, And in his horrid madness deems The cord his neck infold: And so much more, in desperate fight, In anguish to escape his lot, He strives, with so much more the might He binds the fatal knot: And voices hears, confused the whole, Of people round, and then that cry, "Your alms, for prayers to rest the soul Of him condemned to die!" Or fancies now that he is free; And breathes the fresh pure air, and hears Her sigh of love, the maid whom he Had loved in happier years: Beauteous and kind as e'er of old, Sweet flower of spring-time's gay resort, As could for love the meads behold, Or gallant April court.