PHOEBUS, expell'd by the approaching night,
Blush'd, and for shame clos'd in his bashful light,
While I, with leaden Mopheus overcome,
The Muse whom I adore, enter'd the room.
Her hair, with looser curiosity,
Did on her comely back dishevelle'd lie;
Her eyes...
Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest Room
If in that Room a Friend await
Felicity or Doom —
What fortitude the Soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming Foot —
The opening of a Door —