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Storm Sabbat

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Against the pane the darkness, wet and cold,     Pressed a wild face and raised a ragged arm     Of cloud, clothed on with thunder and alarm     And terrible with elemental gold.     Above the fisher's hut, beyond the wold,     The wind, a Salem witch, rushed shrieking harm,     And swept her mad broom over every farm     To devil-revels in some forest old.     Hell and its-hags, it seemed, held court again     On every rock, trailing a tattered gown     Of surf, and whirling, screaming, to the sea     Elf-locks, fantastic, of dishevelled rain;     While in their midst death hobbled up and down     Monstrous and black, with diabolic glee.

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