Query any poem you want.

Within the stately palace,

    Within the stately room,

They kept the silent maiden

    As it had been her tomb.

The birds that sing of summer

    Went through the sunny air;

She watched them in the sunshine,

    And wished she, too, were there.

At length she fled—the evening

    Was darkening in the sky;

There was revel in the palace,

    None mark'd the captive fly.

She fled, and found her brother

    All lonely by their hearth:

He was thinking of his sister,

    And of their former mirth.

She could not tell her story—

    She had no words to tell;

But the shadow of her sorrow

    Like night around her fell.

Her cheek and brow were alter'd

    From their open look of yore,

Her eye was dim and downcast,

    And her lip wore smiles no more.

He rose, and he avenged her,

    That brother and there came

An after hour of triumph,

    Atchieved in freedom’s name:

The sunny town of Naples,

    The far and shining sea,

Re-echoed to the thousands

    Who shouted, "We are free!"

The tale of those bold fishermen,

    Is writ in blood and tears;

True freedom asks the labour

    And care of many years.

But slavery's strong foundations,

    In such hours are o’erthrown;

In doubt, turmoil, and danger,

    The glorious seed is sown.