This realm of everlasting glooms;
Set in the distance—see it stand
Above that melancholy land—
Wild, gloomy, solitary, grand!
Heckla of spirits—placed afar,
The lamp of ghastly heath and rill,
As if like some malignant star
’Twould make them all more ghastly still.
ROSANI.
“Fit time!”—he cried with quivering brow,