Fears a painted devil.
The multiplying villainies of nature,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Shipwrecking storms,
So foul, and fair.
Strange images of death,
Look like the innocent flower.
Tears shall drown the wind,
To find the minds construction in the face.
The owl scream and the crickets cry,
Dwell in doubtful joy.
Stones have been known to move,
And trees to speak.
False face,
False heart.
Hide what croaks the fatal entrance.
A day I have not seen,
heaven peep through the blanket of the dark.
I heard the serpent under it.
Direful thunders break,
As thick as hail.
Wicked dreams abuse curtained sleep.
Black and deep desires,
Let not light see.
Nature, seems dead.
