"Drear this dungeon, cold and dark,
Showers of stones are on my tomb;
They have left a single spark,
In this bleak and silent room.
48Slowly must I perish here,
In this gloomy dungeon drear.
"Not a dagger have I,-- none,
O, to end this torturing pain;
Poison, weapons-- on, note one--
Wild my thoughts and mad my brain.
Lucius, call me, love, to thee,
Set this tortured spirit free.
"Rome, thou tyrant,--barbarous land,
Jupiter dost frown on thee;
May Olympu's angry hand
Set these tortured vestals free!
Dark my soul with dread and fear,
Darling Lucius, enter her.
"Death!-- dost thou-- encompass me?
Is it-- thee-- that grips-- my heart?
Come,-- thou friend, I-- welcome thee
,-- with torture,--now, I part?
Gods!--at last--at last--I die."