In number three and sixty; three of which
Semial—he the Devil's minister—
Claims for his master and stamps as his own
To hit awry their mark, askew for harm.
Those other sixty shall not miss their mark.
No cry, no word, no whisper, tho' there gibe
Most monstrous shapes that flicker in thick mist
Lewd human countenances or leer out
Swoln animal faces with fair forms of men,
While wide-winged owls fan the drear, dying coals,