And him who first the Serpent's form did take
I conjure, I constrain, beseech, command,
To come with speedy wings at my demand!
[He sprinkles the sepulchre with water, and it opens.
Come forth, thou ill-starred youth, stay not behind,
Return to see the sun, serene and blest!
Forsake that realm, where thou shalt never find
One single happy day of cloudless rest!
And since thou canst, unbosom now thy mind,
Of all that thou hast seen in its dark breast;