Then with a hollow voice thus went he on: 205 "Get up, and search, and bring, when found, to me, "Some cordial, potion, or some pleasant draught, "Sweet, slumb'rous poppy, or the mild Bohea. 53 "But hark, my pitying friend!--and, if you can, "Deceive the grim physician at the door-- 210 "Bring half the mountain springs--ah! hither bring "The cold rock water from the shady bower. 54 "For till this night such thirst did ne'er invade, "A thirst provok'd by heav'n's avenging hand; "Hence bear me, friends, to quaff, and quaff again 215 "The cool wave bubbling from the yellow sand. 55 "To these dark walls with stately step I came, "Prepar'd your drugs and doses to defy; "Smit with the love of never dying fame, "I came, alas! to conquer--not to die!" 220 56 Glad, from his side I sprang, and fetch'd the draught, Which down his greedy throat he quickly swills, Then on a second errand sent me strait, To search in some dark corner for his pills. 57 Quoth he, "These pills have long compounded been, 225 "Of dead men's bones and bitter roots, I trow; "But that I may to wonted health return, "Throughout my lank veins shall their substance go." 58 So down they went.--He rais'd his fainting head And oft in feeble tone essay'd to talk; 230 Quoth he, "Since remedies have small avail, "Assist unhappy Death once more to walk." 59 Then slowly rising from his loathsome bed, On wasted legs the meagre monster stood, Gap'd wide, and foam'd, and hungry seem'd to ask, 235 Tho' sick, an endless quantity of food. 60 Said he, "The sweet melodious flute prepare, "The anthem, and the organ's solemn sound, "Such as may strike my soul with ecstacy, "Such as may from yon' lofty wall rebound. 240 61 "Sweet music can the fiercest pains assuage, "She bids the soul to heaven's blest mansions rise, "She calms despair, controuls infernal rage "And deepest anguish, when it hears her, dies. 62 "And see, the mizzling, misty midnight reigns, 245 "And no soft dews are on my eye-lids sent!-- "Here, stranger, lend thy hand; assist me, pray, "To walk a circuit of no large extent."-- 63 On my prest shoulders leaning, round he went, And could have made the boldest spectre flee, 250 I led him up stairs, and I led him down, But not one moment's rest from pain got he. 64 Then with his dart, its cusp unpointed now, Thrice with main strength he smote the trembling floor; The roof resounded to the fearful blow, 255 And Cleon started, doom'd to sleep no more. 65