Page:Betelguese, a trip through hell.djvu/27

Rh Glare at the stricken, tamper'd souls,

Stark wenches seek blind seers of lust

And curse each monster's hairless head.

Where fungus-fagots gleam unstunned

As witches dig unfathomed holes

And bury Helms in powderéd dust,

Sleep mourners of the newly dead

Until rayed Aureoles bright, flare,

And sparkle like Asian stars.

Hyperaspists of templéd night,

And yawning caverns cold and bleak,

Forsake the crown of addling Care;

Whilst afrites in bright jeweled cars,

Lured by the phosphorescent light,

Scale an immarcescible peak.

When giant uncus' of the damn'd

Shake Palsy's wand of brooding Fear,

And Hecate spins her daughters round

The whirling halls of spastic gloom; When afreets prance on blister'd sand

As blood-shot jazels deck each peer,