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186 Through the livelong night, and prowl All the rocky passes round. Screech-owl, owl, Join in chorus with our howl!

Comrades, quick! your aid afford! All the brood of hell's abroad: See how their enchanted forms Through and through with flames are glowing! Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms, On in quick succession going!