And our path is o'er myriads of graves."
Then I felt that the black earth was porous
And rotten with worms and with bones;
And I knew that the ground that now bore us
Was cadaverous with Death's skeletons;
And I saw horrid eyes, heard sonorous
And dolorous gnashings and groans.
But the night of the tempest and thunder,
The might of the terrible skies,
And the fire of Hell that,—coiled under