On crimson mounts where hydras peer-- Affronting devils in the gloom! Unsypheréd regions wrapped in light That hide dank vapours of each tomb, Lurk throaty imps throughout the year Who sing their runes as lepers soom; Red-embered gnomes within this night Where scarlet dyes bathe Torture's womb! And Djinnee gasps add to the sight That dragon-worms bred in this surge, Build temples for queen Sorrow's home; And pageantries of Typhon's bloom-- Immarcescible sklayres of night! And shadows bleak, that sins do purge-- A show for Satan on this throne! Invoke the Cauldron's spraying gloom To newer deeds of hell-lashed lust; Tho' dusky wizards rake the skies (Eternal hounds that all beguile) Unstable dreams lure Fancy fane Below this star's unfathomed dust, Where shatter'd domes list to the sighs Of skinless wenches on an isle, Where nymphs call her Christian name. Where purple mists like poppies bloom-- Dank dulse within green rivers cold! A flayed and sobbing maid doth lie; Eternal curse of bedlam night Speak of sepulchral haunts of Doom; Unnumberéd skulls their woes have told To studded domes and opaque sky Beneath the Arching vales of light. Alight with fires red and green That show the coffers of each tomb, Jarbling vandals rake the night-coals, Shales and husks; and, ere reigning night Provokes each harlot's fitful dream To cleave the casements of king Doom And reach the swoll'n, acrid shoals, Where stationed Mounts are penciled white That mark the maw of raging hell, Till, eyes awake stare at each flame Unsung and, on boulders that burn, Peer at two lordly squats in dust As wenches drink from poisoned well, 'Mid purple sins and naked shame In Typhon's olpe and churning urn Of stranded devils, souls and lust.