To this day yet, I pause and puzzle oft
That scene to ponder; then, to moods confused,
It seem’d the final blow, unsettling all.
XXXIII.
What comes as direful as the direful night
A spirit spends in trouble?—fill’d with fears
That sleep may bring distressful nightmares now;
And now, that morn may come before we sleep;
Until, betwixt the two, distracted quite,
Awake one dreams, and dreaming seems awake,