Slaves and Fools #263537

Thy voice resounds the tuneful note of bells, And melody is the key of soulful phases. Melancholy flits through my disturbed mind, Distorting the very aspect of nature; Whilst my very soul communes with devils! A devilish mood of nature seems as damnable as storms, The subtle lightning's flash sending forth, The voice of Heaven bidding man beware The folly of all knowledge; else the soul, Might grasp eternity, outwit the God of Gods!