The Retribution

Old Egypt's gods, Osiris, Ammon, Thoth, Came on my dream in thunder, and their feet Revealed were as the levin's fire and heat. The hosts of Rome, the Arab and the Goth Have left their altars dark, yet stern and wroth In olden power they stood, whose wings were fleet, And mighty as with strength of storms that meet In mingled foam of clouds and ocean-froth. Above my dream, with arch of dreaded wings, In judgment and in sentence of what crime I knew not, sate the gods outcast of time. They passed, and lo! a plague of darkness fell, Unsleeping, and accurst with nameless things, And dreams that stood the ministers of Hell.