her speak. That it is of a remotely ancient date cannot

The Heaven itself, is blinded throughout night.

Each one kept shroud, nor to his neighbour gave

Or word, or look, or action of despair.

Creus was one; his ponderous iron mace

Lay by him, and a shatter'd rib of rock

Told of his rage, ere he thus sank and pined.

A serpent's plashy neck; its barbed tongue

Squeez'd from the gorge, and all its uncurl'd length