"Ha! — dread visions hang in air! —
I see a bloody dagger glare! —
Deeds that ask the gloom of night
Are imag'd in yon troubl'd sky —
Now a gleam of fatal light
Flashes on my aching eye!
, shun that conscious tower —
Fiends the social banquet pile! —
Murder waits the midnight hour,
Murder lurks in beauty's smile!
Vain my prophetic voice! — he hies away
Where, scowling o'er the couch, death calls his prey.