“Full be his cup, with evil fraught,
Demons his guides, and death his doom!”
Then was I cast from out my state;
Two fiends of darkness led my way;
They waked me early, watch’d me late,
My dread by night, my plague by day!
Oh! I was made their sport, their play,
Through many a stormy troubled year;
And how they used their passive prey
Is sad to tell: - but you shall hear.