By the damp vault that weeps o’er royal bones;
And the pale lamp that shows the ghastly dead,
More ghastly, through the thick incumbent gloom!
By visits (if there are) from darker scenes,
The gliding spectre! and the groaning grave!
By groans, and graves, and miseries that groan
For the grave’s shelter! By desponding men,
Senseless to pains of death, from pangs of guilt!
By guilt’s last audit! By yon moon in blood,
The rocking firmament, the falling stars, 2140