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Rh A blazing arch where agate eyes

Doth peer malignly from a crypt

Thro' turbid phials of violence,— A scene of impish sorcery!

Where, in furbished chambers there lies—

As vypers write on evil script

The ghastly deeds that sinners wrought—

A glow-worm's fagot that arrays

Dim shapes of souls of men that were.

And cyphers nights of doomes to be,

Till flaring pyres and yon red ghaut—

So monstrous bright that some one prays—

And Vizy's carvel starts to stir,

Shape abhorrent signs on each lee.

Into the dusky coals we peer,

And musing at the luring flames,

We watch each isle of crystal green.

Anear the billows swirl with rage,

'Mid lashing waves that cope king Fear

To strands and sands where elfin games