And stern-eye'd Murderer with his knife behind,
In dread succession agonize her mind.
O'er her fair limbs convulsive tremors fleet,
Start in her hands, and struggle in her feet;
In vain to scream with quivering lips she tries,
And strains in palsy'd lids her tremulous eyes:
In vain she wills to run, fly, swim, walk, creep;
The Will presides not in the bower of Sleep.
—— On her fair bosom sits the Demon-Ape
Erect, and balances his bloated shape;