Whose gloomy mansion nor the rising sun

Nor setting, visits, nor the lightsome noon;

But lazy vapours round the region fly,

Perpetual twilight and a doubtful sky;

No crowing cock does there his wings display

Nor with his horny bill provoke the day;

Nor watchful dogs, nor the more wakeful geese,

Disturb, with nightly noise, the sacred peace:

Nor beast of nature nor the laws, are nigh,

Nor trees with tempests rocked, nor human cry,