The Thracian harper,—how with magic skill,
Inspired by love, he struck the chorded shell,
And made the shades obedient to his will,
As from the nether gloom to light he led
His love Agriope. He to Pluto's land,
Baleful and cheerless, region of the dead,
Sail'd far away,—and sought th' infernal strand,
Where Charon, gaunt and grim, his hollow bark
(Fraught with departed souls, an airy crowd)
Steers o'er the Stygian billow dun and dark,