A mournful visionary light o’erspreads 95
The chearful face of nature: earth becomes
A dreary desart, and heaven frowns above.
Then various shapes of curs’d illusion rise;
Whate’er the wretched fears, creating Fear
Forms out of nothing; and with monsters teems 100
Unknown in hell. The prostrate soul beneath
A load of huge imagination heaves.
And all the horrors, that the guilty feel,
With anxious flutterings wake the guiltless breast.