Or, if thou rather chuse to dwell
Intent to hear the beating wave,
In sparry grot, or rocky cell,
Or in the subterraneous cave,
Where to relieve perpetual night,
Dim lamps emit a feeble light;
While bound with necromantic tie,
A thousand weeping virgins lie,
Who, to enjoy the blaze of day,
To view once more the azure sky,
And drink the sun’s all-cheering ray,
Oft heave the unavailing sigh;
Till some advent’rous knight shall dare
(Long try’d in tournaments and war)
Assay to break the magic chain,
And give them liberty again;
In ruin wide the self-built structure spread,
And bid despondency erect her drooping head.