And now  her sable form extends,
Creeps to his couch, and o'er his pillow bends.
Ah, see! a deadly bowl the fiend conceal'd,
Which to his eye with caution is reveal'd —
Seize it, APOLLO! — seize the liquid snare!
Dash it to earth, or dissipate in air!
Stay, hapless Youth! refrain — abhor the draught,
With pangs, with racks, with deep repentance fraught!
Oh, hold! the cup with woe ETERNAL flows,
than  the pois'nous juice bestows!
In vain! — he drinks — and now the searching fires
Rush through his veins, and writhing he expires!
No sorrowing  no  nigh,
To sooth his pangs, or catch his parting sigh;
Alone,  the Muses' darling dies,
And with the vulgar dead unnoted lies!
Bright Star of Genius! — torn from life and fame,
My tears, my verse, shall consecrate thy name!