Why bares he not the Styx? His upward way
From deepest hell to earth he has retraced,55
And all the sacred mysteries of death
Lie open to the world. Not yet content,
And proud that he has burst the bars of night,
He triumphs over me, and, insolent,
He leads through all the cities of the land
That gruesome dog of hell. I saw, myself,
The daylight pale at sight of Cerberus,60
The sun start in affright. Nay, even I