At that dark hellish inlet, which a way

  Opens to him who would abandon light,

  The terrifying bugle ceased to bray;

  — The courser furled his wings and stopt his flight.

  But, ere Astolpho further I convey,

  — Not to depart from my accustomed rite —

  Since on all sides the paper overflows,

  I shall conclude my canto and repose.