Canto

1     2| built by sprite~Whom potent fumes had raised and sorcery:~
2    34|   Me but too sore the sable fumes molest,~Which hither form
3    34|    worse pain where thicker fumes arise;~Heaven changed her
4    34|     which fits my sin, dark fumes now stain~My cheek, and
5    34|  dismal seat~And those foul fumes, a dawn of daylight shot;~
6    34|    Astolpho did remain,~The fumes that from the sable pitch