Seest thou yon dreary plain, forlorn and wild,78 The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames79 Casts pale and dreadful? Thither let us tend80 From off the tossing of these fiery waves, 185 There rest, if any rest can harbour there,81 And reassembling our afflicted powers,82 Consult how we may henceforth most offend83 Our Enemy, our own loss how repair, How overcome this dire calamity, 190 What reinforcement we may gain from hope, If not what resolution from despair.
