Half petrified the scene, when not a star
Gleam’d o’er the black infinity of space,
Sudden, the Hermit started from his couch
Fear-struck and trembling! Ev’ry limb was shook
With painful agitation. On his cheek
The blanch’d interpreter of horror mute
Sat terribly impressive! In his breast
The ruddy fount of life convulsive flow’d
And his broad eyes, fix’d motionless as death,
Gaz’d vacantly aghast! His feeble lamp