Sathanas' shadow follows him as red
As Hell's red cauldron is."—My terror fled,
Remembering this.—How sad a fool was I
To dream Hell's wickedness would bow his head
By mine, and parley with me, lie for lie,
With cunning scrutiny of oblong eye by eye!
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Then, then I felt—her presence! all awake
Unto her power that could lift or sink;