Again to that accustomed couch must creep O'er each vain eye oblivion's pinions wave, And quench'd existence crouches in a grave. 630 Where weakness, strength, vice, virtue, sunk supine, Alike in naked helplessness recline; Glad for awhile to heave unconscious breath, Yet wake to wrestle with the dread of death, 640 LARA. CANTO II. I. NIGHT wanes the vapours round the mountains curl'd Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth, And cry, exulting inly, "they are thine!" 650 |