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Prison cell Around black columns

Reaching over with their shoulders;

On the window-bar sheer cobwebs

Flutter with the night-winds breathing.

Echo of the wind falls hither

With a groan, and long-drawn sighing

As if shadows of men slaughtered

Passed in haste across the chamber.

Echoes of the watchman's footsteps

Penetrate with deadened sound here,

As if dying heart had quivered

With its final struggling tempo.

Heavy head on chest reclining

All alone sits Roderigo;

Storm of thoughts his soul harrassing

As a boat tossed on an ocean.

Shame and love, with pain and anger,

Rays of hope and clouds of doubting,

Withered leaves of treasured mem'ries

All are twirling in a whirlpool

Round his heavy, tired forehead,