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 In which dead Merlin's prowling ape hath spilt A vial squat whose scarlet venom crawls To ciphers bright and terrible, that tell The sins of demons and the encharneled guilt That breathes a phantom at whose cry the owl, Malignly mute above the midnight well, Is dolorous, and Hecate lifts her cowl To mutter swift a minatory rune; And, ere the tomb-thrown echoings have ceased, The blue-eyed vampire, sated at her feast, Smiles bloodily against the leprous moon.

But evening now is come, and Fancy folds Her splendid plumes, nor any longer holds Adventurous quest o'er stained lands and seas— Fled to a star above the sunset lees, O'er onyx waters stilled by gorgeous oils That toward the twilight reach emblazoned coils. And I, albeit Merlin-sage hath said, "A vyper lurketh in ye wine-cuppe redde,"