A moon-beam’s sudden light expands,
He starts, and hides his crimson hands!—
And now the cauldron gleams afar,
Fir’d by a baneful meteor’s glare,
Around they dance, they pause, and pour
The mischiefs of the midnight hour;
While trembling fiends with wonder gaze,
Stretch their black wings, and fan the blaze!
PART, III.
Ere Night withdraws her starry train,