Was at the devil’s price;
A dozen times I groaned; the dead
Had never groaned but twice.
“And now, from forth the frowning sky,[1123]
From the heaven’s topmost height,
I heard a voice—the awful voice
Of the blood-avenging sprite:
‘Thou guilty man! take up thy dead,
And hide it from my sight!’
“I took the dreary body up,[1124]