Was _that_ his laugh? and _that_ his vulture hand?--
No! no! for in the legend it was said,
"Though moonless midnight curse the barren land
Sathanas' shadow follows him as red
As Hell's red cauldron is."--My terror fled,
Remembering this.--How sad a fool was I
To dream Hell's wickedness would bow his head
By mine, and parley with me, lie for lie,
With cunning scrutiny of oblong eye by eye!