Where the souls of the damned to eternity weep;
Echo threw forward her answer of fear,
Dull as the dust that clanks over a bier,
Or death-watch that beats in a sick man’s ear.
From the gulph where they howl to the lead colored night,
The shadowless spectres leaped up with delight,
And “Buy Warren’s Blacking” they shouted aloud,
As the night-wind sighs through a coffinless shroud.
The evil one frowned while they bellowed amain,
But “Buy Warren’s Blacking” he chorussed again;