Cave of Poverty, The - Part 4

Desart, yet populous, the Plains appear,
Th' imperfect Image of a ghastly Dream;
Here unknown Noises pierce the gallow'd Ear,
There living Forms, like empty Phantoms, seem:
All was confus'd, yet all was of a piece;
Nature 'twas still, but Nature in Distress.
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