Where figent gawks sken at a gnome, Decked in byssin and beads of gold; And glozing jinn on a scree's height, That leer as geysers boil and flow, Feazing imps on serai's dome, Drink from olpes icy philters cold, Whilst scarn assails the morning light-- And gumps haste to the Dawn's first show. Then pyres don mystic sklayres agleam, A faffling fool leads gawks thro' hall Where fays, in stones of ancient art, Dance as Scorpions shake with glee: Infernal pomps spread tawny sheen, Strange figgum, amid unholy pall, Pierce Sorrows with its poisoned dart Whence horrors shake their limbs and flee. And scenes, profound in Aspect's hue, Play havoc with eyes of each soul: Crimson dales (vague tho' they be) And swards rise from the lurid moat; Knees bend in Adoration's pew, Blithe songs of cheer, far and near, roll Thro' the halls to ebony sea, Above whose breast twin whispers float-- Tremendous signs of dooms to be! And, ere falt'ring noon wings itself To shadow peaks and portals bright That scyle veiled augueries of Hell, An agate light arrays this sea, Each glabrous fay sports with an elf, A one-eyed owl blinks at the light, A green-horned toad croaks from a well. Then pageantries fade in the gloom: 'Mid Cyclopean storms unstunned Dank treasure-houses spill their quest And march with thunder from far West; Whilst lightning flashes skirr the noon, Giant moans ascend from shoals unsunned, The turf, Tartarus' coals of rest-- Helots to the haunts of Sin's crest-- Whereon jimp jinn ride to hell's mouth, The silence stir with oaths of might; Vile dragons roar at a zimb's sting; A swarthy gump leers at the damn'd: All soom to mountains of the South Where sultry winds war with the light, And zanies' voices rise to sing, Hosannah to the idol's stand, Where azure-censers' fumes enhance The pomps, adverse to Sorrow's home. Figent hydras squat on each throne, Mute souls peer at the altar's flame As phantom images do dance In honour of this Hybrid's zone, Bred in this gorce by some strange gnome, Sib to him who plays Satan's game.