Was it because your curious eye Or rather that the sons of day Already own'd your rightful sway; And therefore, like young Ammon, you Another world would fain subdue ? What tho' sage Prospero attend, While you the cavern'd hill descend, Tho', warn'd by him, with bended head You shun the shelving roof, and tread With cautious foot the rugged way, While tapers strive to mimic day? Tho' he with hundred gates and chains The Daemons of the mine restrains, To whom their parent, jealous Earth, To guard her hidden stores gave birth, At which, while kindred Furies sung, With hideous joy pale Orcus rung; Tho' boiling with vain rage they sit Fix'd to the bottom of the pit, While at his beck the Spirits of air With breath of heaven their taints repair; Or if they seek superior skies, Thro' ways assign'd by him they rise, Troop after troop at day expire In torments of perpetual fire; Tho' he with fury-quelling charms For at your presence toil is o'er, The restless miner works no more. Nor strikes the flint, nor whirls the steel Of that strange spark-emitting wheel, Which, form'd by Prosp'ro's magic care, Plays harmless in the sulphurous air, Without a flame diffuses light, And makes the grisly cavern bright. His task secure the miner plies, Nor hears Tartarian tempests rise ; But quits it now, and hastes away To this gay Stygian holiday. Agape the sooty collier stands, With pity when th' Orphean lyre Did every iron heart inspire, Sooth'd tortur'd ghosts with heavenly strains And respited eternal pains. But on you move through ways less steep To loftier chambers of the deep, Whose jetty pillars seem to groan Beneath a ponderous roof of stone. Where cavern crossing cavern meets, (City of subterraneous streets!) Where in a triple story end Mines that o'er mines by flights ascend. But who in order can relate What terror still your steps await? How in close centre of these mines, How, breathless, with faint pace, and slow, 'Till purer rising gales dispense Their cordials to the sickening sense? Your progress next the wondering Muse Thro' narrow galleries pursues ; Where Earth the miner's way to close, Did once the massy rock oppose : In spacious rooms once more you tread, Whose roofs with figures quaint o'erspread Wild nature paints with various dyes, With such as tinge the evening skies. A different scene to this succeeds: The dreary road abruptly leads Down to the cold and humid caves, Where hissing fall the turbid waves. Resounding deep thro' glimmering shades The clank of chains your ears invades. Thro' pits profound from distant ray, Scarce travels down light's languid ray. High on huge axis heav'd, above, See balanc'd beams unweary'd move! While pent within the iron womb Of boiling caldrons pants for room; Expanded steam, and shrinks, or swells, As cold restrains, or heat impels, And, ready for the vacant space, Incumbent air resumes his place, Whate'er resists his downward course. Pumps mov'd by rods from ponderous beams Arrest the unsuspecting streams, Which soon a sluggish pool would lie; Sagacious Savery! taught by thee At last the long descent is o'er ; Above your heads the billows roar : High o'er your heads they roar in vain ; Not all the surges of the main The dark recess can e'er disclose, Rocks heap'd on rocks th' attempt oppose : From such abyss restor❜d to light, Invade no more the realms of night. |