Chapter 84 No.84

"'Of middle air the demons proud,

Who ride upon the racking cloud,

Can read, in fixed or wandering star,

The issues of events afar;

But still their sullen aid withhold,

Save when by mightier force controlled.

Such late I summoned to my hall;

And though so potent was the call,

That scarce the deepest nook of hell

I deemed