And smoothed his spacious forehead down With his broad palm;—­’twixt love and fear, 335 He looked, as he no doubt felt, queer, And in his dream sate down.

16.  The Devil was no uncommon creature; A leaden-witted thief—­just huddled Out of the dross and scum of nature; 340 A toad-like lump of limb and feature, With mind, and heart, and fancy muddled.

17.  He was that heavy, dull, cold thing, The spirit of evil well may be:  A drone too base to have a sting; 345 Who gluts, and grimes his lazy wing, And calls lust, luxury.

18.  Now he was quite the kind of wight Round whom collect, at a fixed aera, Venison, turtle, hock, and claret,—­ 350 Good cheer—­and those who come to share it—­ And best East Indian madeira!

19.  It was his fancy to invite Men of science, wit, and learning, Who came to lend each other light; 355 He proudly thought that his gold’s might Had set those spirits burning.

20.  And men of learning, science, wit, Considered him as you and I Think of some rotten tree, and sit 360 Lounging and dining under it, Exposed to the wide sky.

21.  And all the while with loose fat smile, The willing wretch sat winking there, Believing ’twas his power that made 365 That jovial scene—­and that all paid Homage to his unnoticed chair.

22.  Though to be sure this place was Hell; He was the Devil—­and all they—­ What though the claret circled well, 370 And wit, like ocean, rose and fell?—­ Were damned eternally.

PART 5.

 GRACE.

1.  Among the guests who often stayed Till the Devil’s petits-soupers, A man there came, fair as a maid, 375 And Peter noted what he said, Standing behind his master’s chair.

2.  He was a mighty poet—­and A subtle-souled psychologist; All things he seemed to understand, 380 Of old or new—­of sea or land—­ But his own mind—­which was a mist.

3.  This was a man who might have turned Hell into Heaven—­and so in gladness A Heaven unto himself have earned; 385 But he in shadows undiscerned Trusted.—­and damned himself to madness.

4.  He spoke of poetry, and how ’Divine it was—­a light—­a love—­ A spirit which like wind doth blow 390 As it listeth, to and fro; A dew rained down from God above;

5.  ’A power which comes and goes like dream, And which none can ever trace—­ Heaven’s light on earth—­Truth’s