L. GIELGUD(MAGDALEN)SUMMER DEVILRYThesky is very near to me to-night:It breathes, as from a throat of molten lead,A damnèd effluence about my head,An effluence of hell, a fœtid blight:Dark visions break on my distorted sightOf bloody lust and cruelty and dread,Devils unnamed in their own likeness treadThe ways of earth, and are not put to flight.In rifts of voiceless lightning, such as breaksThis goitrous firmament, have stood revealedOver the dead in some old battlefieldThe ghastly dogs of death, and bloated snakesDripping the slime of Acherontian lakesOn some dead sovereign's blood-emblazoned shield.
L. GIELGUD(MAGDALEN)
L. GIELGUD(MAGDALEN)
Thesky is very near to me to-night:It breathes, as from a throat of molten lead,A damnèd effluence about my head,An effluence of hell, a fœtid blight:Dark visions break on my distorted sightOf bloody lust and cruelty and dread,Devils unnamed in their own likeness treadThe ways of earth, and are not put to flight.In rifts of voiceless lightning, such as breaksThis goitrous firmament, have stood revealedOver the dead in some old battlefieldThe ghastly dogs of death, and bloated snakesDripping the slime of Acherontian lakesOn some dead sovereign's blood-emblazoned shield.
Thesky is very near to me to-night:It breathes, as from a throat of molten lead,A damnèd effluence about my head,An effluence of hell, a fœtid blight:Dark visions break on my distorted sightOf bloody lust and cruelty and dread,Devils unnamed in their own likeness treadThe ways of earth, and are not put to flight.In rifts of voiceless lightning, such as breaksThis goitrous firmament, have stood revealedOver the dead in some old battlefieldThe ghastly dogs of death, and bloated snakesDripping the slime of Acherontian lakesOn some dead sovereign's blood-emblazoned shield.
Thesky is very near to me to-night:It breathes, as from a throat of molten lead,A damnèd effluence about my head,An effluence of hell, a fœtid blight:Dark visions break on my distorted sightOf bloody lust and cruelty and dread,Devils unnamed in their own likeness treadThe ways of earth, and are not put to flight.In rifts of voiceless lightning, such as breaksThis goitrous firmament, have stood revealedOver the dead in some old battlefieldThe ghastly dogs of death, and bloated snakesDripping the slime of Acherontian lakesOn some dead sovereign's blood-emblazoned shield.
Thesky is very near to me to-night:
It breathes, as from a throat of molten lead,
A damnèd effluence about my head,
An effluence of hell, a fœtid blight:
Dark visions break on my distorted sight
Of bloody lust and cruelty and dread,
Devils unnamed in their own likeness tread
The ways of earth, and are not put to flight.
In rifts of voiceless lightning, such as breaks
This goitrous firmament, have stood revealed
Over the dead in some old battlefield
The ghastly dogs of death, and bloated snakes
Dripping the slime of Acherontian lakes
On some dead sovereign's blood-emblazoned shield.