Saffron Teocalli in the West, Whose spiréd domes hold priceless stones, And censers' fumes lull sighs and moans As barriers dank, flee their fold, Betrayed by crystals on a crest That ride this kingdom's batter'd gnomes, A fitful syrinx stills all groans As chasms roar with devils' glee. Then fancies greet each goblin's eye, Each donga's depth and mount unsunned: A quire's rune, in onyx dress, And black-linkt harps with eyes that see Each blood-set jazel in a sky, Where heights eternal reign unstunned, Pierce sylvan airs that wizards bless. Come from sequesteréd shoals of hell Blithe pixies and lithe naiads fair That revel till the ev'ning skies Grow lustrous as Arcadian noon. Then witches in an implex dell, With stranggling robes and burnished hair, Flee thro' Autumnal shades and dyes, While quickly from the sandaléd gloom, That struggles at the pillaréd light, Provoked by turbid drops of blood, She gleams upon a tower'd home That gyving hands, of crafty imps, Reared for the Vandals of the night, Where seething pores froth devils' flood, And dusky shales leak scarlet foam, Or lightly lifts her feet and skimps Unto a rubic, boweréd vale, To list unto a clanging bell That spells these signs to startléd wrecks,-- Titan's satellites, Hell and Circe! The end of her who sought a dale Below a weird, dungeoned well, That coffins sunken battle-decks And a phantasmagoric hearse. To muse in gorce's dank and bleak 'Mid shatter'd mounts that devil's split! To mourn in plasmic Temple's fold With gyving sod no King can shirk! A spangléd pomp of Death's gray peak Where owls and lizards blink and sit As curdling cries of monsters cold Pierce hollows deep until they irk, Each surf-thrown afrite's eclipsed dome. And cursing clans that felt the heat That dwale obscured in shadows vague, Clash thro' the broken forest boughs Until each ronyon's stuck in loam. There, then, bivouacs a unco Cheat, Whose limbs were struck with pains of ague, Who lifts his sightless eyes and sows The seeds of Thaumaturgist's arts. Then shakes his fist above all necks (Whenas the dirges pierce the gloom) And sheds his addling tears of woe. Perturbéd at sights of flashing darts That dragons hurl amongst soul-wrecks, He smites a staff upon a tomb Where phosphorescent torches glow, And mouths his words at earless owls, Past ribboned dusk and pillaréd woe, Where sonless maids their sorrows heal, And mixes purple mists with light, Both moaning airs and cringing howls, The swirling skelp that heavens show, And changes this vast plane of weal, This kingdom's tomb of rasping night To elfin cheer as dances bloom, And speeds his flight from Terror's urn, Past jasper lanes where moonstones glow, And turns his eyes at writhing Hell, Upon the spectral haunts of Doom, Where fiends in hissing Cesspoles burn 'Mid howls of pain from vassals flow