Galt- Demon of Destiny The Demon heard him, as the crafty hear From vaunting prodigals, of treasure hoards Long interdicted, but at last possess’d, And calmly said, “my aid not seek.” Salome, exulting, thought the starry wreath Of Immortality was then his own; But, ere he could reply, viewless to him, With haste, a messenger from Satan came To cite the demon to his dread divan, Held in that Latomey of Erebus, From which, of yore, the formless mass was brought. Of all that now in eyel’d nature shines. Around, on thrones of crimson burning grim, The demons sat, tier above tier, sublime, — And in the centre, lowest of them all, Satan glar’d ragingly—type of his state— In Hell the highest, but the deepest damn’d; Him winged rumours had dire tidings told, That Genius, which, to baffle and subvert His Legions, most abhorr’d, had come to earth, Was to ascend into predominance, And hurl to obloquy, despair, and scorn, His privileg’d potentates and paladines.
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