And clear’d each stone that might impede her road.
With pain she trod: she reach’d the cave; but there
No more their weight her wearied limbs could bear.
Exhausted, fainting, anguish, terror, thirst,
Fatigue o’erpower’d her frame: her heart must burst,
Her eyes grow dim! Sunk on the rock she lies,
And sinking, prays she never more may rise.
Long in this deathlike swoon she lay: at length
Exhausted nature show’d forth all its strength,
And call’d her back to life. Her opening eyes