Ovid - Metamorphoses - The Furies
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
Before a lofty, adamantine gate,
Which closed a tower of brass, the Furies sate:
Mis-shapen forms, tremendous to the sight,
Th' implacable foul daughters of the night.
A sounding whip each bloody sister shakes,
Or from her tresses combs the curling snakes.
But now great Hera's majesty was known;
Thro' the thick gloom, all heavenly bright, she shone:
The hideous monsters their obedience showed,
And rising from their seats, submissive bowed.