Where Pandarus’ city, like a tower,
Rises begirt with rocky power;
Then upward, still he goes,
Where black-browed mountains round him lower,
And ‘neath chill winter’s grisly bower
The sunless water flows.
Upon a steep rock hoar with eld
A yawning cave his eye beheld,
High-perched; and to that cave no trace
Of road upon the mountain’s face,