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 Obscenely fume, as asp or adder froths, To lethal mists whose writhing vapors make Dim augury, till shapes of men that were Point, weeping, at tremendous dooms to be, When pillared pomps and thrones supreme shall stir, Unstable as the foam-dreams of the sea.

But Fancy still is fugitive, and turns To caverns where a demon altar burns, And Satan, yawning on his brazen seat, Fondles a screaming thing his fiends have flayed, Ere Lilith come his indolence to greet, Who leads from hell his whitest queens, arrayed In chains so heated at their master's fire That one new-damned had thought their bright attire Indeed were coral, till the dazzling dance So terribly that brilliance shall enhance. But Fancy is unsatisfied, and soon She seeks the silence of a vaster night, Where powers of wizardry, with faltering sight