’Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!
Find out [some uncouth cell], 5
Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings,
And the night-raven sings;
There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks,
As ragged as thy locks,
[In dark Cimmerian desert] ever dwell. 10
But come, thou Goddess fair and free,
In heaven [yclept] Euphrosyne,
And by men heart-easing Mirth;