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Rh Black sheep and sable oxen, backward driven, Are sacrificed. The fire devours the food, And the living entrails quiver in the flames. The shades he calls, and him who rules the shades, And him who guards the dark Lethaean stream. A magic rune he mutters o'er and o'er And fiercely chants the charm which either lures The shifting ghosts, or forces them to come. He burns the victims whole, and fills the trench With sacrificial blood, and snowy milk, And, with his left hand pouring, mingles wine; Again he chants, and, bending to the earth, With stronger words and frantic, summons up The manes. Loudly bayed the hounds of hell; And thrice the hollows gave a mournful sound; The whole earth trembled and the solid ground Was rent asunder. Then the priest exclaimed: "I have prevailed, for strong the words I spoke; The deep and gloomy realm of chaos yawns, And for the dwellers in the home of Dis A way is opened to the world of light." The whole wood shrank away; its leaves erect In horror stood, the mighty trunks were split, And all the grove was smitten with amaze. The frightened earth crouched back with hollow groans, As if unwillingly she saw the deeps Of Acheron assailed; or else herself, That back to life the dead might find a way, With crashing sound her close-wrought barriers burst; Or threefold Cerberus in angry rage Clanked loud his heavy chains. Then suddenly The earth yawned wide, and at our very feet A deep abyss appeared. I saw, myself, The sluggish pools amidst the dusky shades; I saw the shadowy gods, and that black gloom No earthly night can give. At that dread sight My blood ran cold and froze within my wins. And then there hurried forth a dreadful band,