published on: 2012-05-08 09:38:08
Then, bursting forth, Afresh, with conscious terrors vex me round,
This infernal pit …
The love-tale, Infected Sion’s daughters with like heat.
… where stood, Her temple on th’ offensive mountain.
… Nor appeared, Less than Archangel ruined.
… To come, And gaze, and worship thee of right declared,