There had been fearful sounds in the air last night
In the wild wolds of Holderness, when York
Flamed to the midnight sky, and spells of death
Were heard amidst the depth of Waltham woods;4
For there the wan and weird sisters met
Their imps, and the dark spirits that rejoice
When foulest deeds are done on earth, and there
In dread accordance rose their dismal joy.
SPIRITS AND NIGHT-HAGS.
Around, around, around,
Troop and dance we to the sound,10
Whilst mocking imps cry, Ho! ho! ho!
On earth there will be woe! more woe!
SPIRIT OF THE EARTHQUAKE.
Arise, swart fiends, 'tis I command;
Burst your caves, and rock the land.
SPIRIT OF THE STORM.
Loud tempests, sweep the conscious wood!
SPIRIT OF THE BATTLE.
I scent from earth more blood! more blood!
SPIRIT OF THE FIRE.