Came doubly hideous, while the hollow tongues
Of cavern’d winds, with melancholy sound
Increas’d the Hermit’s fears. Four freezing hours
He watch’d and pray’d: and now the glimm’ring dawn
Peer’d on the Eastern Summits; (the blue light
Shedding cold lustre on the colder brows
Of Alpine desarts;) while the filmy wing
Of weeping Twilight, swept the naked plains
Of the Lombardian landscape.
On his knees