Or down earth’s chasm precipitate revolve,
Nor till the tenth sun rose attain [214]the verge
Of Tartarus. A fence of massive brass
Is forged around: around the pass is roll’d
A night of triple darkness; and above
Impend the roots of earth and barren sea.
There the Titanic gods in murkiest gloom
Lie hidden: such the cloud-assembler’s will:
There in a place of darkness, where vast earth
Has end: from thence no egress open lies: