That waves on gloomy Lebanon, assuage 350
The torrid hell that beams upon their heads.
Now come, ye Naiads, to the fountains lead;
Now let me wander thro’ your gelid reign.
I burn to view th’ enthusiastic wilds
By mortal else untrod. I hear the din 355
Of waters thundering o’er the ruin’d cliffs.
With holy rev’rence I approach the rocks
Whence glide the streams renown’d in ancient song.
Here from the desart down the rumbling steep