Unholy phantom faces 
(Of self, Of sin ?) 
Grin wild in all the places 
Where blood is trodden in : 
The ground of night enchanted 
With deadly blooms is planted, 
Where evil beasts have panted 
And snakes have shed their skin. 
 
With poison steams the air, 
And evil scent 
Is potent everywhere ; 
Creation waits th’ event : 
In silence, without sighing, 
The living and the dying, 
Oppressed and putrefying, 
Curse earth and firmament. 
 
What dreams disturb my slumber, 
Or what sights seen ? 
Foul orgies without number 
In dens and caves obscene, 
 
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