Involves her intellects in deadly gloom.
Her wounded reason the sad mansion flies:
Sense men widely, and Reflection dies!
Now (scourges having long their fury spent)
Gloomy and sad, beneath oppression bent,
Round her gall'd neck the festering iron winds,
And to the gloomy mast oppressive binds.
Sad strains of feeble melancholy flow;
Half-meaning fragments of recorded woe,
In wild succession break the pensive lay,