The wretches would have slept, but lo! a glare
Of yellow lurid light shot through the air;
And with it came a blast of mingled sounds,
Like as the yellings of as many hounds:
This shook the spirits’ nerves; they trembled, for
They saw and knew the cloud advancing bore
Great Pluto back to his imperial throne.
In but a twinkling of an eye were flown
A swarm of wingèd fiends with gold engraven plates,
To summon forth th’ infernal potentates