That terror doth invade the hearts of all;
But what I now relate is mine alone—435
A terrifying vision of the night.
Old Man: What was this vision? Speak and share thy fears.
Andromache: Now kindly night had passed her middle goal,
And their bright zenith had the Bears o'ercome.
Then came to my afflicted soul a calm440
Long since unknown, and o'er my weary eyes,
For one brief hour did drowsy slumber steal
If that be sleep—the stupor of a soul