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Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, / Or propagate again her loathed kind, / Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, / Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, / Though hourly pastured on the salient blood? / Oh! that the wind which bloweth cold or heat / Would shatter and o'erbear the brazen beat / Of their broad vans, and in the solitude / Of middle space confound them, and blow back / Their wild cries down their cavernthroats, and slake / With points of blastborne hail their heated eyne! / So their wan limbs no more might come between / The moon and the moon's reflex in the night; / Nor blot with floating shades the solar light.