The Shadow Of Night

  Fall, Hercules, from heaven, in tempests hurl'd,
  And cleanse this beastly stable of the world;
  Or bend thy brazen bow against the Sun,
  As in Tartessus, when thou hadst begun
  Thy task of oxen: heat in more extremes
  Than thou wouldst suffer, with his envious beams.
  Now make him leave the world to Night and dreams.
  Never were virtue's labours so envied
  As in this light: shoot, shoot, and stoop his pride.
  Suffer no more his lustful rays to get
  The Earth with issue: let him still be set
  In Somnus' thickets: bound about the brows,
  With pitchy vapours, and with ebon boughs.

  Rich taper'd sanctuary of the blest,
  Palace of Ruth, made all of tears, and rest,
  To thy black shades and desolat{.i}on
  I consecrate my life; and living moan,
  Where furies shall for ever fighting be,
  And adders hiss the world for hating me;
  Foxes shall bark, and night ravens belch in groans,
  And owls shall hollo my confus{.i}ons
  There will I furnish up my funeral bed,
  Strew'd with the bones and relics of the dead.
  Atlas shall let th' Olympic burthen fall,
  To cover my untombed face withal.
  And when as well, the matter of our kind,
  As the material substance of the mind,
  Shall cease their revolutions, in abode
  Of such impure and ugly period,
  As the old essence, and insensive prime:
  Then shall the ruins of the fourfold time,
  Turn'd to that lump (as rapting torrents rise),
  For ever murmur forth my miseries.


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