The night before the day, when on its road The Nubian force should march, Astolpho rose, And his winged hippogryph again bestrode:
Then, hurrying ever south, in fury goes To a high hill, the southern wind's abode;
Whence he towards the Bears in fury blows:
There finds a cave, through whose strait entrance breaks The fell and furious Auster, when he wakes.