Should be beset with phantoms drear;
For Conscience to the wicked is
A demon-evocator pale,
And summons from the soul’s abyss
Forms, which must make the stoutest quail.
Bear witness, purple Eremite,
Who reared amid translucent seas
A gorgeous palace of delight,
A refuge from the Eumenides;
Colossal spectres nightly strode